Song of Christmas Eve

1 Now o’er two thousand years have left
Their footprints on the earth,
Since Time first brought the golden day
Of our Redeemer’s birth;
And still we sing the Christmas song
The angels chanted then—
Our lips repeat the echo still
Of peace, good will to men.

2 The morning stars forever sing
The angel’s Christmas song,
The sunset dies at evening with
No brooding thought of wrong;
Tho’ time should mark our way with tears
We’ll sing the song again,
As each returning Christmas Eve
Brings peace, good will to men.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13251

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