Life holds no sweeter thing than this — to teach
A little child the tale most loved on earth
And watch the wonder deepen in his eyes
The while you tell him of the Christ Child's birth;

The while you tell of shepherds and a song,
Of gentle, drowsy beasts and fragrant hay
On which that starlit night in Bethlehem
God's tiny Son and his young mother lay.

Life holds no sweeter thing than this — to tell
A little child, while Christmas candles glow,
The story of a Babe whose humble birth
Became the loveliest of truths we know.

Life holds no sweeter thing than this — to teach
— A little child the tale most loved on earth
And watch the wonder deepen in his eyes
— The while you tell him of the Christ Child's birth;

The while you tell of shepherds and a song,
— Of gentle, drowsy beasts and fragrant hay
On which that starlit night in Bethlehem
— God's tiny Son and his young mother lay.

Life holds no sweeter thing than this — to tell
— A little child, while Christmas candles glow,
The story of a Babe whose humble birth
— Became the loveliest of truths we know.