The darkest midnight in December,
No snow, no hail, nor winter storm,
Shall hinder us for to remember,
The Babe that on this night was born.
With shepherds we are come to see,
This lovely Infant’s glorious charms,
Born of a maid as prophets said,
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.
’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.
Four thousand years from the creation
The world lay groaning under sin
No one could e’er expect salvation,
No one could ever enter Heaven.
’Twas Adam’s fall had damned us all
To Hell, to endless pains forlorn:
’Twas so decreed, we’d ne’er been freed,
Had not this heavenly Babe been born.