The Song of Christmas

1 I come from the East on the wings of the morning,
The stars on my pathway made luminous night;
The glory of ages my brow is adorning,
By choirs I’m attended from heavenly light.

Refrain:
Oh, jubilant chorus, repeat it again,
Today is the advent of Christ to all men;
Oh, jubilant chorus, oh, happy refrain,
It echoes its music o’er ocean and main.

2 Where far in the Orient the green palms are waving,
They sing of my coming with rapturous joy;
Where pines in the north are the winter blasts braving,
They chant of the birth of sweet Bethlehem’s boy. [Refrain]

3 The dark mines of earth ne’er my jewels have yielded,
My pearls ne’er were rocked in the ocean’s deep cave;
The heart of the Father this treasure has shielded,
Till time was fulfilled and His Son came to save. [Refrain]

4 With evergreens wreathed as the type of immortals,
I, Christmas, appear on the wings of the morn;
’Twixt Heaven and earth, wide apace swing the portals,
Today to the world is a great Savior born. [Refrain]


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10534

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #10534