We saw a light shine out afar,
On Christ­mas in the morn­ing,
And straight we knew it was Christ’s star,
Bright beam­ing in the morn­ing.
Then did we fall on bend­ed knee,
On Christ­mas in the morn­ing,
And praised the Lord, who’d let us see
His glo­ry at its dawn­ing.

Oh! ev­ery thought be of His name,
On Christ­mas in the morn­ing,
Who bore for us both grief and shame,
Affliction’s sharp­est scorn­ing.
And may we die, when death shall come,
On Christ­mas in the morn­ing,
And see in Heav’n, our glo­ri­ous home,
That star of Christ­mas morn­ing.