"Let there be light." Thus the almighty word In thunder pealed across the universe; And angel arias, at the signal stir Ted, On lightning wings through the dark vault disperse.
And every angel, ready in his place On the black bosom of primeval night, Lifted the veil that hid his radiant face:
Lo! Heaven was gawmed with stars and there was light.
Yet, of the host that lit the darkness, one Hovered aloof and lifted not his veil Aumid the lamps of Heaven, moon, stars and sun, Reserved to herald a more wondrous tale.
Round rolled the stars, the cycles rolled away, Round rolled the little world beneath our feet, Rolled till the dawn of the first Christmas Day Glory indeed, but glory incomplete.
Then as the mother in the manger laid The lowly babe that yet was Lord Most High, The Christmas messenger unveiled his head And perfected the glory of the sky.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.