No candle was there and no fire
    In the stable where Jesus was born,
In the stall where our Saviour was laid
    Till the rosyred breaking of morn,
For the Christchild and Saviour no light, and never a candle to burn.

But the moon gave a radiance divine,
    And the stars an effulgence bright;
And the only sound to be heard
    Was the lowing of kine through the night,
And the sighing of wind in the trees, and the flapping of Angels' wings.