The holly is up, The house is all bright,
The tree is ready, The candles alight.
Rejoice and be glad all childeren tonight.
The mother sings of our Lord's grace,
Where by the child who saved our race,
Was born and adored in a lowly place.
Once more the shephers as she sings
bend low, and angels touch their strings.
With Glory they hail the King Of Kingss.
The children listening around the tree
can hear the heavenly minstrelsy,
The mangers marvel they can see.
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Let every house be ready tonight
The children gathered, the candles alight
The music to hear, to see that sight.
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