On this glorious Christmas morn
The Son comes to warm me
I will cheat hell this day
As I pray on bended knee
A spiritual wall so surrounding
Alas, alas, he will not win
The evil one retreats once more
Followed by my filthy sin
For I am possessed by He
Forgiveness, though I am weak
On my bended knee again
Ti's He, Tis He, I seek
Oh, the preciousness of life
Will never be this sweet
Even when I am weary
Tis He, pulls me to my feet
On this glorious Christmas morn
I shall not have a care
Tis He, Tis He, I know it
Always, Tis He, Tis He-there.