O radiant morn, when Jesus was born,
When angels the story sang;
From Heaven above, on pinions of love,
An answering echo rang.
We’re marching, marching, under the starlit skies;
Marching, marching, where the Redeemer lies;
Singing, singing, Jesus is born today;
Marching along, singing a song, all the way.
Hosannas we sing to Jesus, our king,
To Jesus, the Prince of Peace;
Whose wonderful birth enraptured the earth,
Whose reign nevermore shall cease.
Awake every voice, with singing rejoice,
And follow the splendor bright;
Let songs never end, but ever ascend
To Jesus, the world’s true light.
Then follow each day, the one narrow way,
And when earthly joys are past,
We’ll dwell evermore with Him we adore,
In Heaven’s bright home at last.