Is a lifting of voices and bowing of knees;
And alike to us all, if we rest or roam,
Christmas has come!
Solo. Wherever the blessings of mortals increase,
With customs and laws that give joy and peace;
Where science and art yield comfort and bliss,
All over the world there is no day like this.
Concert. Of all the joy-days under the sun,
Of all the holidays, there’s but one
That touches the heart and clings to the home—