'Twas in the Moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light, the stars grew dim
And wondering hunters heard the hymn

Jesus, your King, is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria

The earliest Moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on
The helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt

Jesus, your King, is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free
O son of Manitou
The holy child of earth and heav'n
Is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy

Jesus, your King, is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria