Scripture Verse

The glory of the Lord shone round about them. Luke 2:9


J. Lincoln Hall (1866–1930)

Words: Ir­vin H. Mack, The Ser­vice of Praise (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1900), num­ber 158, alt.

Music: J. Lin­coln Hall (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mack (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


The sun’s asleep ’neath west­ern hills,
And dark­ened fin­gers of the night
Are cast up­on the plains and rills,
And hide all na­ture from the light.


Beaming bright, comes the light
Of the hap­py Christ­mas morn,
Angels’ strains o’er the plains
Tell that Christ is born.
Beaming bright, comes the light
Of hap­py Christ­mas morn,
And an­gels’ strains o’er east­ern plains,
They tell that Christ is born.

O sweet­est ca­rol ev­er sung,
We’d love to hear the an­gels sing;
O Child who art from Hea­ven come,
Our of­fer­ings now to Thee we bring.


O Thou who dwell’st up­on the throne,
In lof­ty state, by ang­els blest;
Look down up­on us as we roam,
Within a world by sin op­pressed.