O sing a song of Beth­le­hem,
Of shep­herds watch­ing there,
And of the news that came to them
From an­gels in the air.
The light that shone on Beth­le­hem
Fills all the world to­day;
Of Je­sus’ birth and peace on earth
The an­gels sing al­way.

O sing a song of Na­za­reth,
Of sun­ny days of joy;
O sing of frag­rant flow­ers’ breath,
And of the sin­less Boy.
For now the flow­ers of Na­za­reth
In ev­ery heart may grow;
Now spreads the fame of His dear name
On all the winds that blow.

O sing a song of Ga­li­lee,
Of lake and woods and hill,
Of Him who walked up­on the sea
And bade the waves be still.
For though like waves on Ga­li­lee,
Dark seas of trou­ble roll,
When faith has heard the Mas­ter’s word,
Falls peace up­on the soul.

O sing a song of Cal­va­ry,
Its glo­ry and dis­may,
Of Him who hung up­on the tree,
And took our sins away.
For He who died on Cal­va­ry
Is ris­en from the grave,
And Christ, our Lord, by Hea­ven ad­ored,
Is migh­ty now to save.