Thy very peace at each true heart is storming

In potent waves of love that surging roll.

December night, December night, how glowing

Thy frozen rains upon our warm hearts lie:

Our God upon this vigil is bestowing

A thousand graces from the silver sky.

O moon, O symbol of our Lady’s whiteness;

O snow, O symbol of our Lady’s heart;

O night, chaste night, bejewelled with argent brightness,

How sweet, how bright, how loving, kind thou art.