When the Bloom Is on the Sage

I won't pass you by

I'll dash away in my magic sleigh

Flying through the sky

Jingle jingle jingle

You will hear my sleigh bells ring

I am old Kris Kringle

I'm the King of Jingling

Ho Ho

For Thy mercy and Thy grace

Constant through another year

Hear our song of thankfulness

Father and Redeemer hear

Dark the future let Thy light

Guide us bright and morning star

Fierce our foes and hard the fight

Arm us Savior for the war

In our weakness and distress

Rock of strength be Thou our stay

In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way

Keep us faithful keep us pure

Keep us evermore Thine own

Help O help us to endure

Fit us for the promised crown