Like a thief in the night, o Lord, descend,
down through the chimney with lots of toys
with a click and a trump and a ho, ho, ho!
Then, o Lord, what Christmas joys--
all of creation like a stocking filled
(oh, just see what a glorious fill!)
with new heav'n and earth,
with gold and pearl and precious stone.
Thy kingdom come, o Lord,
wrapped in ribbon, swaddling cloths--
all for the little ones: Christmas joys.
