The season turns and Advent’s candles bright
Dispel the darkness of the winter night.
Of hope and comfort men and children sing
And fashion garlands for their winter king.
Arise, Great Sun, in answer to our praise,
To warm the passing of our winter days.
The Solstice dawns and sacred mistletoe
From winter apple trees outlined with snow
All gathered in, now decks the household shrine
Where Man’s humanity and God’s entwine.
Arise, fair Star, in answer to our praise,
To light the passing of our winter days.