What is this I hear In the early morn?

Is a baby whimpering? Is a baby born?

Do I hear a choir sing Pure angelic tones?

As I listen from afar Are there sheep alone?

What is this I see Way up in the sky?

Is a new star shimmering As I look up high?

Do I see a Baby Boy Resting on some hay?

Do I smile at Mary there? Do I kneel and pray?

What is this I feel On this Christmas day?

As I gaze on two small eyes, Is this love to stay?

Do I sense a miracle In my very heart?

Can I recognize the truth, That which God imparts?

What will I receive? How will I believe?

Will I trust with humble heart Or remain deceived?

Will I celebrate, this day, Father’s first-born Son?

Will I take into my heart God’s pure holy One,

As I see and hear and feel Jesus Christ’s pure love?