All men draw near, Christmas is near,
All the welkin rings.
Tell the story, Sing all glory
To the King of kings.
He who of old Prophets foretold,
Now is come to birth,
Come one and all To the ox stall:
He brings peace on earth!
See where the star, Gleaming afar
Guides us through the dark,
Godís holy dove Brings back in love
Sinners to his ark.
Tell the story Of his glory
Christ by all adored.
Song upraising, Praise him, praise him,
All men praise the Lord.
Babe all holy, Whom all lowly
Ox and ass adore,
Bless our cattle, Bless our harvest,
Bless each house and store.
Jesu, hear us, Christ be near us,
Make us holy, With joyful praise.
Fill all our days, Hear us when we call.
This is a traditional Hungarian carol, translated by Clement F. Rogers.