The happy Christmas comes once more,
The heav'nly Guest is at the door.
The blessed words the shepherds thrill,
The joyous tidings: Peace, good will.

To David's city let us fly,
Where angels sing beneath the sky;
Through plain and village pressing near,
And news from God with shepherds hear.

O wake our hearts, in gladness sing,
And keep our Christmas with our King,
Till living song, from loving souls,
Like sound of mighty water rolls!