O happy night! that brings the morn

To dawn above the Lord new born,

And bids the angels sing again

Their message to the sons of men—

We hail thee! we hail thee!

O happy manger! that hath known

This precious burden as thine own,

Beyond all gifts the world doth hold,

Of pomp and pow'r and gems and gold

We hail thee! we hail thee!=

O happy star! whose radiance sweet

Did lead the wise men's eager feet

To seek the way, unknown, untried,

That led them to the manger's side—

We hail thee! we hail thee!

O happy day! that gave to men

The Babe Divine of Bethlehem,

The King of Kings, the Undefiled,

In semblance of a little child—

We hail thee! we hail thee!

O happy Babe! whose wondrous eyes

Still hold the light of Paradise,

Look down in blessing from above

While Prince of Peace, and Lord of Love,

We hail thee! we hail thee!