Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.@Luke 2:11

From Eu­gene Field (1850–1895). Adapte­d by Richard W. Adams, No­vem­ber 22, 2019 (pub­lic do­main).

Mar­y­land Al­ex­an­der Zar­nock (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Eugene Field (1850–1895)

Sing, Christmas bells, this is the morn
Whereon our Savior King is born;
Sing out to all, the bond, the free,
The little child that sports in glee,
The rich, the poor, the high, the low,
The agèd folk that tottering go—
Proclaim the morn that Christ is born,
Who saveth them and saveth me!

Sing, angel host, sing of the star
Above the manger bed afar;
Sing of the glories of the night,
The Babe with kingly robes bedight;
The virgin’s sweet humility,
Sing to all men where’er they be
This Christmas morn, the Christ is born
Who saveth them and saveth me!

Sing, all on earth, O ransomed, sing!
God liveth, and we have a king!
The curse is gone, the bond are free,
Shown by these heav’nly signs that be;
By Bethlehem’s star that brightly beamed,
We know that Israel is redeemed;
That on this morn, the Christ is born
Who saveth you and saveth me!

Sing, O my raptured heart this morn,
Whereon the blessèd Prince is born!
So all my songs shall be of love,
For my dear Lord who reigns above;
So let my deeds be charity,
Inspired by Him who died for me;
By this fair morn, whereon is born
The Christ that saveth all and me!