1 ’Tis Christmas night. ’Tis Christmas night,
Judea’s plains are bathed in white,
And faint and far a rising star
Gives promise of a fairer light.

2 ’Tis Christmas night. Hushed old earth is,
A mother wakes from pain to bliss
And clasps her Boy in holy joy
And worships, while she bends to kiss.

3 ’Tis Christmas night. Where skies are rift,
A cloud of angels earthward drift.
The song they sing through time shall ring,
The hearts that weary, to uplift.

4 ’Tis Christmas night. By trackless road
The wise men haste with precious load,
And kneeling, bring the infant King
The homage that a world hath owed.

5 Oh, world of sleepers, lift your head.
Today, anew, the word is sped
That Christ is born this Christmas morn
And hate and fear and gloom are dead.

6 Still shines the star on Christmas night.
Still angels sing beyond our sight.
And He who came in lowly fame
Shall lead us into perfect light.