A song and a carol for Christmastide
                                        
                                        Of the Prince of the Golden Shore,
                                        
                                        Whom armies of light, in their vesture bright,
                                        
                                        Love, serve, and adore evermore.
                                        
                                        Far, far below, where the sunbeams glow
                                        
                                        On a realm of His wide domain,
                                        
                                        Sad ruin and woe, hath come through His foe,
                                        
                                        With trouble and sorrow and pain.