Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # It Is The Day, The Holy Day 1. It is the day, the Holy day, On which our Lord was born, And sweetly doth the sunbeams gild The dew-besprinkled thorn. The birds sing through the heavens, And the breezes gently play, And song and sunshine lovely Begins this Holy day. 2. 'Twas in a humble manger, A little lowly shed, With cattle at his infant feet, And shepherds at his head, The Saviour of this sinful world In innocence first lay, While Wise Men made their offerings To him this Holy day. 3. He comes to save the perishing, To waft the sighs to heaven Of guilty men, who truly sought To weep, to be forgiven. And intercessor still he shines, And men to him should pray At his altar's feet for meekness Upon this Holy Day. 4. As flowers still bloom fair again, Though all their life seems shed, Thus we shall rise with life once more, Though number'd with the dead. Then may our stations be near Him, To whom we worship pay, And praise with heartfelt gratitude, Upon this Holy day. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #