They alone,
With our hearts their throne,
And never a sceptre but their own
Small hands to rule and sway!
Peace, peace—the Christ-child's love—
Flies over the world, a white, white dove,
This happy Christmas-tide!
They alone,
With our hearts their throne,
And never a sceptre but their own
Small hands to rule and sway!
Peace, peace—the Christ-child's love—
Flies over the world, a white, white dove,
This happy Christmas-tide!