Is the night,
calm, with a wintery chill.
Looking over the vast distance,
watching as the frost coats,
And the snowflakes dance.
Remembers the story prophets wrote.
Of Isaiah, one of the called,
Of whose prophesies quote.
Of the birth of a Savior, with many names all.
As the dawn bursts forth,
So, too, the bells ring.
The joy of the season, of all our worth!
Come, with the bells, let us sing.
Of salvation made possible to us,
By the humble start of One.
As we come to our God we trust,
In the perfection of His Son.
Silent and still was the night,
That the Source of Peace,
The Guide to the Right,
Was born, as the sounds of the animals did cease.
Listen to the bells, their carol play,
Join in with joy! This holy day!