Shout then, sisters; shout and pray,

For the blessed Lord is born to-day.

Forget your night of sad disaster,

Cast your burdens all away,

Wait the coming of the Master,

For the Lord is born to-day.

Shout then, children; shout and pray,

For the blessed Lord is born to-day.

In the sunlight, soft and golden,

Round the babe the angels play;