1 ’Twas in the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled,
That God, the Lord of all the earth,
Sent angel choirs instead.
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And wond'ring hunters heard the hymn:

Refrain:
Jesus your king is born!
Jesus is born!
Glory be to God on high!

2 The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory
Around the infant there.
And when the shepherds then drew near
The angel voices rang out clear: [Refrain]

3 O children of the forest free,
The angels' song is true.
The holy child of earth and heav'n
Is born today for you.
Come, kneel before the radiant boy,
Who brings you beauty, peace, and joy. [Refrain]