The light of Christ­mas morn­ing steals
Across the drift­ed snow;
And o’er the hills the dist­ant bells
Are toil­ing sweet and low;
Then let us lift our voic­es loud,
And sing with joy and cheer,
For Christ­mas is the dear­est day
In all the hap­py year.

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Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!
Hallelujah! Praise the Sav­ior,
Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!
Crown Him Lord and king.

The star that rose o’er Beth­le­hem
To hail the Sav­ior’s birth,
Ere morn­ing’s ro­sy tide of light,
With glo­ry filled the earth;
Shine in our souls, and dawn again
When Christ­mas draw­eth near,
For Christ­mas is the dear­est day
In all the hap­py year.

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The words the wak­ing shep­herds heard
From an­gels in the skies,
When God un­bound with migh­ty hand
The gates of pa­ra­dise,
Are heard again at Christ­mas­tide
In strains of mu­sic clear,
And Christ­mas is the dear­est day
In all the hap­py year.

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