"The Darkest Midnight" lyrics - MICHAEL W. SMITH

The darkest midnight in December
No snow, nor hail, no winter storm
Shall hinder for us to remember
The Babe on this night was born

With shepherds we are come to see
This lovely Infant's glorious charms
Born of a maid as the prophets said
The God of love in Mary's arms

Ye blessed angels join our voices
Let your gilded wings beat fluttering o'er
While every soul set free rejoices
And everyone must adore

We'll sing and pray that God as always
May our friends and family defend
God grant us grace in all our days
Merry Christmas and a happy end

We'll sing and pray that God always
May our friends and family defend
God grant us grace in all our days
A Merry Christmas and a happy end