From Our Happy Home Through The World We Roam One Week In All The Year, Making Winter Spring With The Joy We Bring, For Christmas-Tide Is Here. Now The Eastern Star Shines From Afar To Light The Poorest Home; Hearts Warmer Grow, Gifts Freely Flow, For Christmas-Tide Has Come. Now Gay Trees Rise Before Young Eyes, Abloom With Tempting Cheer; Blithe Voices Sing, And Blithe Bells Ring, For Christmas-Tide Is Here. Oh, Happy Chime, Oh, Blessed Time, That Draws Us All So Near! "Welcome, Dear Day," All Creatures Say, For Christmas-Tide Is Here.