1. 'Twas in the moon of win- ter- time, When all the birds had fled, That might- y Git- chi Man- i- tou Sent an- gel choirs in- stead; Be- fore their light the stars grew dim, And wan- d'ring hun- ters heard the hymn: Je- sus your King is born, Je- sus is born, In ex- cel- sis glo- ri- a.

2. With- in a lodge of bro- ken bark The ten- der babe was found, A rag- ged robe of rab- bit skin En- wrapped His beau- ty 'round; But as the hun- ter braves drew nigh, The an- gel song rang loud and high:

3. The ear- liest moon of win- ter- time Is not so round and fair As was the ring of glor- y on The help- less In- fant there. The chiefs from far be- fore Him knelt With gifts of fox and bea- ver pelt.

4. Oh child- ren of the for- est free, Oh sons of Man- i- tou, The ho- ly Child of earth and Heav'n Is born to- day for you. Come kneel be- fore the rad- iant Boy, Who brings you beau- ty, peace and joy.