Kind friends have decked the Christ­mas tree,
With lights and to­kens gay;
Sweet peace and hope and li­ber­ty
Make glad all hearts to­day.
And stand­ing ’neath the glit­ter­ing boughs,
With min­gled voice we sing,
“O Fa­ther, hear our lov­ing vows,
Who giv­est ev­ery thing.

Our life, our joys, each plea­sant home,
Our gifts, each to­ken fair;
From Hea­ven alone all bless­ings come,
And love is reign­ing there.
O Fa­ther, shine with­in our hearts,
With trust, and not in fear!
We long to find the bet­ter part;
Speak, Fa­ther: we would hear!

We sing around the Christ­mas tree;
The Christ Child bends above;
O’er all the glit­ter­ing things we see,
He seems to whis­per, Love.
Ring out, O voic­es, clear and free,
Wake all the qui­et air;
Ring out in joy­ous me­lo­dy,
For glad­ness is a pray­er.