Green leaves all fallen, withered and dry;
Brief sunset fading, dim winter sky;
Lengthening shadows, dark closing in;
Then through the stillness, carols begin.
Oh fallen world, to you is the song;
Death holds you fast and night tarries long.
Jesus is born, your curse to destroy;
Sweet to your ears, a carol of joy.
Pale moon ascending, solemn and slow;
Cold barren hillside, shrouded in snow;
Deep, empty valley veiled by the night;
Hear angel music, hopeful and bright.
Oh fearful world, to you is the song;
Peace with your God, and pardon for wrong;
Tidings for sinners, burdened and bound,
A carol of joy, a Saviour is found.
Earth wrapped in sorrow, lift up your eyes;
Thrill to the chorus filling the skies;
Look up sad hearted—witness God’s love;
Join in the carol swelling above.
Oh friendless world, to you is the song;
All heaven’s joy to you may belong.
You who are lonely, laden, forlorn,
Now unto you, a Saviour is born.