Slowly fall the snowflakes, clothing earth in white, Sweetly bells are chiming, on this Christmas night; Dark the earth aforetime, white on Christmas morn; Christ the curse reversing?Mary's Son is born. Slowly fall the snowflakes, virgin-white the sod, In the chill descending, like the grace of God; Wild the varied chimings, one tale only tell? Lies in Bethlehem's manger great Emmanuel. Slowly fall the snowflakes, hang the holly high, Bright its berries greeting God Incarnate nigh; Dark the earth no longer, barren nevermore, Grace-flowers spring to blossom on th'eternal shore.