What Sweeter Music

What sweeter music can we bring

Than a carol, for to sing

The birth of this our heavenly King?

Awake the voice! Awake the string!

Dark and dull night, fly hence away

And give the honor to this day

That sees December turned to May

Why does the chilling winter's morn

Smile, like a field beset with corn?

Or smell like a meadow newly-shorn

Thus, on the sudden? Come and see

The cause, why things thus fragrant be

Tis He is born, whose quickening birth

Gives life and luster, public mirth

To heaven, and the under-earth

We see him come, and know him ours

Who, with his sunshine and his showers

Turns all the patient ground to flowers

The darling of the world is come

And fit it is, we find a room

To welcome him

The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart

Which we will give him and bequeath

This holly, and this ivy wreath

To do him honour, who's our King

And Lord of all this revelling

What sweeter music can we bring

Than a carol for to sing

The birth of this our heavenly King?