When mother love makes all things bright,
When joy comes with the morning light,
When children gather round their tree,
Thou Christmas Babe, we sing of Thee.
When manhood�s brows are
bent in thought
To learn what men of old have taught,
When eager hands seek wisdom�s key,
Wise Temple Child, we learn of Thee.
When doubts assail, and perils fright,
When, groping blindly in the night,
We strive to read life�s mystery,
Man of the Mount, we turn to Thee.
When shadows of the valley fall,
When sin and death the soul appall,
One light we through the darkness see�
Christ on the Cross, we cry to Thee.
