[Verse 1]
'Twas in the moon of winter-time
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wandering hunters heard the hymn:
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria."
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria."

[Verse 2]
Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender Babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapped His beauty round
The chiefs from far before Him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria."
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria."

[Verse 3]
O children of the forest free
O sons of Manitou
The Holy Child of earth and heaven
Is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace, and joy
"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria."