’Tis Christ­mas night. ’Tis Christ­mas night,
Judea’s plains are bathed in white,
And faint and far a ris­ing star
Gives pro­mise of a fair­er light.

’Tis Christ­mas night. Hushed old earth is,
A mo­ther wakes from pain to bliss
And clasps her Boy in ho­ly joy
And wor­ships, while she bends to kiss.

’Tis Christ­mas night. Where skies are rift,
A cloud of an­gels earth­ward drift.
The song they sing through time shall ring,
The hearts that wea­ry, to up­lift.

’Tis Christ­mas night. By track­less road
The wise men haste with pre­cious load,
And kneel­ing, bring the in­fant King
The hom­age that a world hath owed.

Oh, world of sleep­ers, lift your head.
Today, anew, the word is sped
That Christ is born this Christ­mas morn
And hate and fear and gloom are dead.

Still shines the star on Christ­mas night.
Still an­gels sing be­yond our sight.
And He who came in low­ly fame
Shall lead us into per­fect light.