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Christmas.
Do we take His cross upon us
Now, this Christmas?
It is deadly dark and damp,
The palest ray of a lamp
Were a comfort in this place;
And snow and hail, apace,
Without, came down together.
Stormy Christmas!
Now, this Christmas?
It is deadly dark and damp,
The palest ray of a lamp
Were a comfort in this place;
And snow and hail, apace,
Without, came down together.
Stormy Christmas!
How the snow and hail come down
When 'tis Christmas!—
Yes, the nights wax long and cold.
And the winds wax rough and bold;
Neither snow, nor hail, nor rain,
Shall provoke us to complain,
For we bear His cross, sweet Jesu;
On this Christmas.
When 'tis Christmas!—
Yes, the nights wax long and cold.
And the winds wax rough and bold;
Neither snow, nor hail, nor rain,
Shall provoke us to complain,
For we bear His cross, sweet Jesu;
On this Christmas.
We will bear His cross, sweet Jesu,
On this Christmas!—
Child, how deadly cold thou art—
Creep closer to my heart.
On this Christmas!—
Child, how deadly cold thou art—
Creep closer to my heart.
