Not in a region of ice and snow,
But far in the land of the early morn,
The oldest of lands, our Christ was born.
Concert. Of all the joy-days under the sun,
Of all the holidays, there’s but one
That comes to the heart, and clings to the home—
Christmas has come!
Solo. Still through the length of the multiplied years,
Sunshine of pleasure, and rainfall of tears,
Changes and growth in wonderful ways,