Christmas, glad Christ­mas,
Is with us once more,
And all the rich bless­ings
From the Christ we ad­ore.
So lit­tle child­ren sing out the glad cry,
Peace is our watch­word,
’Twill reach God on high.

Good will to all let
Our ban­ners now show,
And high­er and grand­er
May our an­thems still grow.
So lit­tle child­ren sing out the glad cry,
Good will our an­them,
’Twill reach God on high.

Wave then our pen­nant
O’er all the broad earth,
Let voic­es of child­ren
Still pro­claim the great worth.
So lit­tle child­ren sing out the glad cry,
Sweet al­le­lu­ia,
’Twill reach God on high.