Scripture Verse

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


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

Music: Ma­ry­land Al­ex­an­der Zar­nock (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Zar­nock (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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!