Lo, all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

Happy night at Bethlehem; soft little hands are feeling,

Feeling in the manger with the kine:

Little hands, and eyelids closed in sleep, while angels kneeling,

Mary mother, hymn the Babe Divine.

Lo, all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

Wide, as if the light were music, flashes adoration:

"Glory be to God, nor ever cease,"