Out of the Northland bleak and bare,
O wind with a royal roar,
Fly, fly,
Through the broad arched sky,
Flutter the snow, and rattle and cry
At every silent door�
Loud, loud, till the children hear,
And meet the day with a ringing cheer:
"Hail to the Christmas-tide!"
INTO the silent waiting East
T here cometh a shining light�
Far, far,
Through a dull gray bar
Closing over a dying star
That watched away the night�
Rise, rise, shine and glow,
Over a wide white world of snow,
Sun of the Christmas-tide!
Out of the four great gates of day
A tremulous music swells;
Hear, hear,
Now sweet and clear,
Over and under and far and near,
A thousand happy bells:
Joy, joy, and jubilee!
Good-will to men from sea to sea,
This merry Christmas-tide!
Lo! in the homes of every land
The children reign to-day;
They alone,
With our hearts their throne,
And never a sceptre but their own
Small hands to rule and sway!
Peace, peace�the Christ-child's love�
Flies over the world, a white, white dove,
This happy Christmas-tide!
