O bird of dawning! all the night
Sing! for the season is at hand
When hearts are glad, and faces bright,
And happiness is Heaven's command:
Shout, chanticleer! that all may hear
Whom cares have chastened through the year:
Christmas is come to cheer the land!

And now no spirit walks—but one
Of love, nor shall that spirit cease:
No planet rules—except the Sun
Of Righteousness, the Prince of Peace!
And that whose ray first led the way
To where the babe in Bethlehem lay—
The star that ne'er shall know decrease.