Scripture Verse

She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


William A. Ogden

Words: Ed­ward A. Wash­burn (1819–1881).

Music: Will­iam A. Og­den, The Sil­ver Song (To­le­do, Ohio: Will­ard W. Whit­ney, 1870), num­ber 86 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Edward A. Washburn


Ring out the bells for Christmas,
The happy, happy day;
In winter wild, the holy child
Within the cradle lay.
O wonderful! the Savior
Is in the manger lone;
His palace is a stable,
And Mary’s arms His throne.


Ring out the bells for Christmas,
The merry, merry Christmas,
Ring out the bells for Christmas,
The happy, happy day.

On Beth’lem’s quiet hillside,
In ages long gone by,
In angel notes the glory floats,
Glory to God on high.
Yet wakes the sun as joyous
As when the Lord was born,
And still He comes to greet you
On every Christmas morn.


Where’er His sweet lambs gather,
Within this gentle fold
The Savior dear is waiting near,
As in the days of old.
In each young heart you see Him,
In every guileless face,
You see the holy Jesus,
Who grew in truth and grace.


In many a darksome cottage,
In many a crowded street,
In winter bleak, with shivering cheek,
The homeless child you meet.
Gaze upon the pale, wan features,
The feet with wandering sore.
You see the souls He loveth,
The Christ child at the door.


Then sing your gladsome carols,
And hail the newborn sun;
For Christmas light is passing bright,
It smiles on everyone;
And feast Christ’s little children,
His poor, his orphans call,
For He who chose the manger,
He loveth one and all.