Sing, Christmas bells! Say to the earth this is the morn Whereon our Savior-King is born; Sing to all men,—the bond, the free, The rich, the poor, the high, the low, The little child that sports in glee, The aged folk that tottering go,— Proclaim the morn That Christ is born, That saveth them and saveth me! Sing, angel host! Sing of the star that God has placed Above the manger in the East; Sing of the glories of the night, The virgin's sweet humility, The Babe with kingly robes bedight,— Sing to all men where'er they be This Christmas morn; For Christ is born, That saveth them and saveth me!
