'Tis the day, the blessed day,
On which our Lord was born,
And sweetly do the sunbeams gild
The dew be spangled thorn.
The birds sing through the heavens clear,
The breezes gently play,
And song and sunshine lovely,
Begin this Holy Day.

(Refrain)
Noël, Noël, Noël,
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël,
Now hear the salutation
Of angel Gabriel.

In a humble feeding trough
Within a lowly shed,
With cattle at His infant feet,
And shepherds at His head,
The Saviour of this sinful world
In innocence first lay,
And Wise men made their off'ring,
Upon a Holy Day.

He will save the perishing,
Will waft the sighs to heaven,
Of guilty men, who truly seek,
And weep to be forgiven.
And Intercessor still He shines,
And men to Him should pray,
Before His altar meekly,
Upon this Holy Day.