While By Our Sleeping Flock We Lay

Bright, bright the holly berries
In the wreath upon the door
Bright, bright the happy faces
With the thoughts of joys in store
White, white the snowy meadow
Wrapped in slumber deep and sweet
White, white the mistletoe
'Neath which two lovers meet
This is Christmas, this is Christmas
This is Christmas time (It's Christmas time)
Gay, gay, the children’s voices
Filled with laughter, filled with glee
Gay, gay the tinsled things
Upon the dark and spicy tree
Day, day, when all mankind
May hear the angel’s song again
Day, day when Christ was born
To bless the sons of men
This is Christmas, this is Christmas
This is Christmas tim (It's Christmas time)
Sing, sing, ye heavnly host
To tell the blessed Savior’s birth
Sing, sing in holy joy
Ye dwellers all upon the earth
King, King yet tiny Babe
Come down to us from God above
King, King of every heart
Which opens wide to love
This is Christmas, this is Christmas
This is Christmas time (It's Christmas time)
Merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry Christmas