Christmas is a-drawing near,
Christmas-tide and Christmas cheer,
Merry wassail, merry song,
Joyous dance and roundelay —
All that doth to Yule belong.
Yet unto my soul I say,
“Thou that slumberest, wake and pray.”
Christmas is a-nearing quite,
Time of feast and full delight,
Pleasant pomp and allegresse,
Harp and viol’s music gay,
Jewelled tokens, gaudy dress.
Yet unto my soul I say,
“Thou that slumberest, wake and pray.”
Christmas is a-chiming soon,
Bringing Love for choicest boon,
Pensioners to sit in hall,
Comrades, friends of many a day,
Greeting fair from great and small.
Yet unto my soul I say,
“Thou that slumberest, wake and pray.”
