The sky can still re­mem­ber
The ear­li­est Christ­mas morn,
When in the cold De­cem­ber
The Sav­ior Christ was born.
No star un­folds its glo­ry,
No trum­pet wind is blown,
But tells the Christ­mas sto­ry
In mu­sic of its own.

O ne­ver fail­ing splen­dor!
O ne­ver si­lent song!
Still keep the green earth ten­der,
Still keep the gray earth strong,
Still keep the brave earth dream­ing
Of deeds that shall be done,
While child­ren’s lives come stream­ing
Like sun­beams from the sun.

O an­gels sweet and splen­did,
Throng in our hearts and sing
The won­ders which at­tend­ed
The com­ing of the King;
Till we too, bold­ly press­ing
Where once the shep­herds trod,
Climb Beth­le­hem’s hill of bless­ing,
And find the Son of God.