Twas ringing upon the dew soaked morn,
That day a savior was born.
And there was a star in the Sky that lead,
Astrologers from the East to his bed.
And Matthew told the story is his gospel,
That man may not forget God, his hostel.
When in need or in times of peril,
There is armour worthy if finest Mythryl.
To be found upon the altar of prayer and
creature kindness and to find in God a willing witness.