O’er the hills in far Ju­dea,
Rang the first glad Christ­mas song;
’Twas a grand an­gel­ic cho­rus,
Shepherds saw the shin­ing throng.
Glory streamed across the hea­vens,
Music ech­oed thro’ the air;
Christ the Morn­ing Star hath ris­en!
Tell the tid­ings ev­ery­where.

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Angels adore Him,
Hark! We seem to hear
Echoes from Hea­ven,
Angel ech­oes clear.
Jesus the migh­ty
Came to earth to bring
Priceless re­demp­tion
Christ our pro­phet, priest and king!

Tell again the sweet old sto­ry,
Of the shep­herds on the hill,
When the ang­els from the glo­ry
Sang while all the world was still.
Tell again the story won­drous,
Of the In­fant in the stall,
Of the guid­ing star above Him,
Shining o’er the Lord of all.

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Angels wond­ered at His com­ing,
To this scene of earth­ly night,
From the fade­less day in glo­ry,
From His home so won­drous bright;
Angels looked in deep amaze­ment,
At the man­ger of His birth,
Understanding not His pur­pose,
To re­deem this sin­ful earth.

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