Did such a rain come down that night,
So cold a cover of rainfall?
But no, because the star was bright
That led the magi to the stall
Was such a gray cloud overhead,
A thick and never-moving cloud?
There was a roof above God's head
That never is above the proud
Was there a darkness in the field
Where shepherds heard the angels sing?
Darkness to His glory yields
And glory is an angel's wing
The darkest day, the shortest day,
The day of winters yet to see,
But ever in His name we pray,
The infant and the Christ to be