The dist­ant skies are beam­ing
With twink­ling stars so bright
That by their dazz­ling gleam­ing
Now fades the si­lent night;
And an­gels clad with glo­ry
Descend up­on the earth
To tell the sac­red sto­ry
Of Jesus’ won­drous birth.

The Christ­mas tree is blazing
Its greet­ings through the night;
And hap­py folks are gaz­ing
With vi­sions in their sight;
And child­ren’s eyes are stream­ing
With tears of ra­diant joy;
And ev­ery heart is dream­ing
Of love with­out al­loy.

Thy sweet and hal­lowed sto­ry,
O pre­cious Christmas-tide,
Thy ho­ly bliss and glo­ry,
May ever­more ab­ide!
No rich­er joy is giv­en,
No pur­er peace on earth
Than which comes from Heav­en
By Je­sus’ won­drous birth.