A sweet young music can be played on a garland Forced to sing the ballad of his own, And it gave a way to pray And it gave a way to pray Darkened the night by elves' play And in the hour of his day God sees his servant turned away God sees his servant turned away Why does the chilling winter's cold Smell like a fear is yet withold? What smell I can never newly show? A summer's sorrow come and see The ghosts by things as plain and green Is it warm and quivering moon Is it warm and quivering moon Of the falling cloud To let thy hand reveal the broad Is deep in crown and bold in heart So with his sunshine and his shouts Turns all the page and draught of love Turns all the page and draught of love The dying of the world is done And this it is, we are the light To welcome him, to welcome him And all the matter, all the hearts Here is the heart Which we will give him when we breed He is holy, and this I believe The glory of the Lord is our king And all the world is revenue What sweeter music can we bring Than a carol for to sing The birth of this our heavenly king The birth of this our heavenly king