The darkest midnight in December
No snow, no hail, nor winter storm
Shall hinder for us to remember
The Babe on this night was born
With shepherds, we are come to see
This lovely Infant's glorious charms
Born of a Maid, as the prophet said
The God of love in Mary's arms.
Have you not heard the sacred story
How man was made those seats to fill
Which the fallen angels lost in glory
Through their presumption, their pride and will?
They thought us mean for to obtain
Such glorious seats and crowns in heaven
So through a cheat they got Eve to eat
The fruit, to be avenged on man.
Ye blessed angels join our voices
Let your gilded wings beat fluttering o’er
While every soul set free rejoices
And every devil must adore.
We'll sing and pray that God always may
Our friends and family defend
God grant us grace in all our days
A merry Christmas and a happy year.