Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

Tis the mind must guide the hand.

The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.

Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.

Let the child feel Christ is near him; By your faith will grow his own; Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.