Why shouldn't this Christmas be sweeter
Than ever a Christmas before,
When Jesus is tenfold more dearer,
Outpouring His grace more and more?

Why shouldn't the future be brighter
With glad expectations each day?
Why shouldn't each burden seem lighter
With Jesus our King on the way?

Why shouldn't our vision be clearer.
His last blest command to obey,
While ever His coming draws nearer,
And millions in darkness still stray?

Oh, thus can this Christmas be sweeter
Than ever a Christmas before,
If souls that are dying are dearer,
And on them Christ's love we outpour.