What sweeter music can we bring Than a carol
for to sing?
The birth of this, our heavenly King
Awake the voice, awake the stream
Darkened all night, fly hence away
And give honor to this day
That
sees December
turn to May
Why
does the chilling
winter's morn
Smile like a field
beset with corn
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn?
Thus on the sodden common scene
The cause why themes thus fragrant be Tis He is born,
whose quickening burn
Gives life and luster,
public mirth
To heaven and the under
See Him come
and know Him ours
Who with His sunshine and His showers
Turns all the patient ground to flowers
The Savior of the world is come
What
sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol
for to sing?
The birth of this,
our heavenly King
The birth of this,
our heavenly King