We'll twine some holly on the chandelier,
We'll hang a 'Merry Christmas!' on the wall;
Remember, brothers, Christmas time is near,
Go get some tissue, decorate the hall.
But, oh, my brothers, let that not be all! —
Twine something more than holly-berries here,
Yes, Christ as well as Christmas time recall
In all our cheer.

Twine something more than holly, — twine an arm
Around an erring brother, 'round the weak.
Not all the berries from the field or farm
So well of Christ and Christmas time will speak.
Fare forth beyond the Lodge-room — let us seek
Some sadness out, and with the magic charm
Of Christmas drive the tear-drop from the cheek,
From hearts alarm.

Around the world the songs of Christmas roll.
O Christ, men feel Your hand within their own.
What, after all, the great Masonic goal,
Of all the brotherhoods that earth has known?
Not only wealth, not only walls of stone,
But lives made glad, and human hearts made whole,
Men hand-in-hand, and Christ upon His throne,
His throne the Soul.