A land which celebrated Christmas

All creations arise and sing,
For the saviour is born,
Let the harps and tunes play,
Be joyous in this season,
For happiness has descended.

No tears,
No pain,
No sorrow,
No unrest,
No anger,
No fury,
For the Son of God is here.

The snow will fall,
So pure, so clean,
it erases any sin.
The wind of forgiveness will come,
And take away all our guilt.

Let us rejoice, O earth!
And let the trumpets sound mightily.
For the Son of God is here!