Here we stand in the cold and the sleet, Blowing fingers and stamping feet, Come from far away you to greet⁠— You by the fire and we in the street⁠— Bidding you joy in the morning!

For ere one half of the night was gone, Sudden a star has led us on, Raining bliss and benison⁠— Bliss tomorrow and more anon, Joy for every morning!

Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow⁠— Saw the star o’er a stable low; Mary she might not further go⁠— Welcome thatch, and litter below! Joy was hers in the morning!