The Happy Christmas Comes Once More The happy Christmas comes once more, The heav’nly guest is at the door, The blessed words the shepherds thrill, The joyous tidings, “Peace, goodwill.” The lowly Savior meekly lies, Laid off the splendor of the skies; No crown bedecks His forehead fair, No pearl, nor gem, nor silk is there. The happy Christmas comes once more, The heav’nly guest is at the door, The blessed words the shepherds thrill, The joyous tidings, “Peace, goodwill.” The lowly Savior meekly lies, Laid off the splendor of the skies; No crown bedecks His forehead fair, No pearl, nor gem, nor silk is there. Words by Nikolai F. S. Grundtvig / Music by Carl C. N. Balle 1-3

The Happy Christmas Comes Once More O wake, our hearts, in gladness sing, And keep our Christmas with our King, Till living song, from loving souls, Like sound of mighty water rolls. Thou patriarchs’ joy, thou prophets’ song, Thou heav’nly Dayspring, looked for long, Thou Son of Man, Incarnate Word, Great David’s Son, great David’s Lord. O wake, our hearts, in gladness sing, And keep our Christmas with our King, Till living song, from loving souls, Like sound of mighty water rolls. Thou patriarchs’ joy, thou prophets’ song, Thou heav’nly Dayspring, looked for long, Thou Son of Man, Incarnate Word, Great David’s Son, great David’s Lord. 2-3

The Happy Christmas Comes Once More O holy Child, thy manger gleams Till earth and heav’n glow with its beams, Till midnight noon’s broad light hath won, And Jacob’s star outshines the sun. Come, Jesus, glorious heav’nly guest, Keep thine own Christmas in our breast, Then David’s harp-strings, hushed so long, Shall swell our jubilee of song. Amen. O holy Child, thy manger gleams Till earth and heav’n glow with its beams, Till midnight noon’s broad light hath won, And Jacob’s star outshines the sun. Come, Jesus, glorious heav’nly guest, Keep thine own Christmas in our breast, Then David’s harp-strings, hushed so long, Shall swell our jubilee of song. Amen. 3-3