’Tis the mes­sage of Christ­mas
We sing to you glad­ly,
A mes­sage of love
From Hea­ven above;
Unto man­kind this day
In the ci­ty of Da­vid
A Sav­ior is born!
All hail the hap­py, hap­py morn!
No room was pre­pared
To re­ceive Him, the King!
But a rude and low­ly man­ger
Could be found for the Stran­ger
Who left His bright throne
Our sal­va­tion to bring;
With the glo­ry of the sto­ry
Let the whole earth now ring.

Lowly shep­herds were first to
Be told of His ad­vent!
They heard the glad song
And saw the bright throng
Of im­mor­tals that came
With the first Christ­mas mes­sage—
A Sav­ior is born!
All hail the hap­py, hap­py morn!
Then out of the east
Came the Ma­gi of old!
And they found Him in a man­ger,
Found the hea­ven­ly Stran­ger,
And laid at His feet
Honor, rich­es, and gold!
Of His glo­ry, of the sto­ry,
Let the whole earth be told.