1 Buds and flow’rs lie hid­den quite,
Life to their roots doth creep;
Fairy touch of snowy sprite
Lulls each to qui­et sleep.
Now’s the joy­ous Christ­mas­tide;
Mirth wan­ders wide and free;
In church and home on ev­ery side,
Blossoms the Christ­mas tree.
Glory to God in the high­est.

2 Candles gleam ’gainst tin­sel bright,
Vying with gifts of love;
Streaming out through dark­en­ing night
Blends with the stars above;
Music, bells, and voic­es clear,
Laughter and mer­ry glee,
Tell that the dear Christ-child is here,
Blessing our Christ­mas tree.
Glory to God in the high­est.

3 Hail! to thee, dear Christ­mas tree,
Loved by the young and old,
Wintry blasts dis­turb not thee,
Warm heart, that knows no cold.
Earth has all her ver­dure lost,
Awaits the call su­per­nal,
Thou dost bloom thro’ chill­ing frost,
Tree of life eter­nal.
Glory to God in the highe­st.