Merry, Merry We Well May Be, For Jesus Christ Is Come Down To See: Long Before, At The Top Of The Stair, He Set Our Angels A Waiting There, Waiting Hither And Thither To Fly, Tending The Children Of The Sky, Lest They Dash Little Feet Against Big Stones, And Tumble Down And Break Little Bones; For The Path Is Rough, And We Must Not Roam; We Have Learned To Walk, And Must Follow Him Home!