How sweet the snow when fresh appears in wint’
for days are short and home is in our heart;
we join the throng of yuletide merriment
and follow fam’ to tables à la carte.
We feast togeth’; for all, the Lord provides.
Kindred spirits at last we reconcile.
Our home is warm, and there we do reside:
with chants, with song, with Spirit we beguile
Dear God, we implore a thankfilled heart.
Your grace has provided all the year long.
For making us your masterpiece of art,
we give to you this gift of grateful song.
Dear fam’, dear friend, dear all and Spirit True,
with love and joy I give this gift to you.