With never a pillow for thy head,
Now throned in the highest heavens instead,
O Lord of the Christmas morning!—
Because we have known and have loved thy star,
And have followed it long and followed it far,
From the land where the shadows and darkness are,
To find thee on Christmas morning,—
Accept the gifts that we dare to bring,
Though worthless and poor the offering,
And help our souls to rise and to sing