There’s a song in the air!
  There’s a song in the sky!
  There’s a mother’s deep prayer
  And a baby’s low cry!
And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.

  There’s a tumult of joy
  O’er the wonderful birth,
  For the virgin's sweet boy
  Is the Lord of the earth,
Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.

  In the light of that star
  Lie the ages impearled;
  And that song from afar
  Has swept over the world.
Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.

  We rejoice in the light,
  And we echo the song
  That comes down through the night
  From the heavenly throng.