’Tis Christmas morn! with noiseless tread
The centuries have onward sped;
Proud, earthly powers have passed away,
And kingdoms crumbled to decay.
But perfume from the Magi gift
And echoes from the angels’ chime
Still linger on the Christmas air,
And float upon the stream of time.
And swift-winged winds for aye repeat
The tidings which the shepherds told,
The story of redeeming love—
Forever new, forever old!