SATB a cappella
Commissioned by That Choir, Craig Pike.
|ABOVE the weary waiting world,
Asleep in chill despair,
There breaks a sound of joyous bells
Upon the frosted air.
And o’er the humblest rooftree, lo,
|A star is dancing on the snow.What makes the yellow star to dance
Upon the brink of night?
What makes the breaking dawn to glow
So magically bright,—
|And all the earth to be renewed
With infinite beatitude?The singing bells, the throbbing star,
The sunbeams on the snow,
And the awakening heart that leaps
|New ecstasy to know,—
They all are dancing in the morn
Because a little child is born.