O Christmas Tree!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are so unchanging;

Not only green when summer's here, But also when 'tis cold and drear.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me;
How often has the Christmas tree, Afforded me the greatest glee!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy candles shine so brightly!
From base to summit, gay and bright, There's only splendor for the sight.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How richly God has decked thee!
Thou bidst us true and faithful be, And trust in God unchangingly.