O sing a joyous carol
Unto the Holy Child,
And praise with gladsome voices
His mother undefiled.
Our gladsome voices greeting
Shall hail our Infant King;
And our Lady listens
When joyful voices sing.

Who is there meekly lying
In yonder stable poor?
Dear children, it is Jesus;
He bids you now adore.
Who is there kneeling by him
In Virgin beauty fair?
It is our Mother Mary,
She bids you all draw near.