by Carl August Peter Cornelius
The holly's up, the house is all bright,
The tree is ready, the candles alight:
Rejoice and be glad, all children tonight!
The tree is ready, the candles alight:
Rejoice and be glad, all children tonight!
The mother sings of our Lord's good grace
Whereby the Child who saved our race
Was born and adored in a lowly place,
Whereby the Child who saved our race
Was born and adored in a lowly place,
Once more the shepherds, as she sings,
Bend low, and angels touch their strings:
With "Glory" they hail the King of kings.
Bend low, and angels touch their strings:
With "Glory" they hail the King of kings.
The children listening round the tree
Can hear the heavenly minstrelsy,
The manger's marvel they can see,
Can hear the heavenly minstrelsy,
The manger's marvel they can see,
Let every house be ready tonight —
The children gathered, the candles alight —
That music to hear, to see that sight.
The children gathered, the candles alight —
That music to hear, to see that sight.
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