The darkest midnight in December

No snow no hail nor winter storm

Shall hinder us to remember

The babe that on this night was born

'Twas but pure love that from above

Brought him to save us from all harms

So let us sing and welcome

Him

The God of

Love in Mary's arms

No earthly gifts can we present

Him

No gold nor myrrh nor odours sweet

But if with hearts we can content

Him

We humbly lay them at his feet

With shepherds we are come to see

This lovely Infants glorious charms

Born of a maid as prophets said

The God of love in Mary's arms