The great world was weary and turned from the light;
The sinful were tired of sinning and slept;
But shepherds abode with their flocks by night,
in the same country their faithful watch kept.
No welcome for strangers, for baby no room,
Save one little manger upon the cold ground,
As Mary and Joseph drew nigh through the gloom,
And in the same country a resting place found.
Above the dark hilltops there shone a bright star,
As Bethlehem woke to its first Christmas morn;
And songs of great joy filled the heavens afar,
For in the same country child Jesus was born.
O hearts that are heavy, O sad and forlorn,
O poor feet that falter and halt by the way,
Rejoice! Unto mankind a Savior is born—
This is the same country, ’tis Christmas today.