There is no worse death than the loss of hope

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank

For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

Love came down at Christmas love all lovely, love divine love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign