The moon is in a tranquil mood;
The silent skies are bland:
Only the spirits of the good
Go musing up the land:
The sea is wrapped in mist and rest:
It is the night that God hath blessed.

If you but set your heart ajar
A Christmas gift to win,
Some Blessed Being from some star
Will softly enter in
To leave, within the hallowed place,
A likeness of the Saviour's face.