Words: , in Car­ols Old and Car­ols New, by Charles L. Hutch­ins (Bos­ton, Mass­a­chu­setts: Par­ish Choir, 1916), num­ber 10.

Music: Bor­row, W. Bor­row, in Car­ols Old and Car­ols New, by Charles L. Hutch­ins (Bos­ton, Mass­a­chu­setts: Par­ish Choir, 1916), num­ber 10.

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Slowly fall the snowflakes, clothing earth in white,
Sweetly bells are chiming, on this Christmas night;
Dark the earth aforetime, white on Christmas morn;
Christ the curse reversing—Mary’s Son is born.

Slowly fall the snowflakes, virgin-white the sod,
In the chill descending, like the grace of God;
Wild the varied chimings, one tale only tell—
Lies in Bethlehem’s manger great Emmanuel.

Slowly fall the snowflakes, hang the holly high,
Bright its berries greeting God Incarnate nigh;
Dark the earth no longer, barren nevermore,
Grace-flowers spring to blossom on th’eternal shore.