The First Christmas

	Once there lay a little baby Sleeping in the fragrant hay, And this lovely infant stranger Brought our first glad Christmas day.
	Shepherds on the hillside, watching Over wandering flocks at night, Heard a strange, sweet strain of music, Saw a clear and heavenly light.
	Listened to the angels’ story:— How, in David’s town so still, Slept the infant King of Glory, Dreaming of sweet peace, good will.
	And a star of radiant splendor Led them where the baby lay, Lowly cradled in a manger, On that far-off Christmas day.
	Though that day was long ago, Every child throughout the earth Loves to hear each year the story Of the gentle Christ Child’s birth.
	And they seem to see the beauty Of the eastern star again; And repeat the angels’ chorus: “Peace on earth, good will to men.”