Bright, bright, in silver light,
The morning stars were shining;
And shepherds watching o’er their flocks,
Were on their staves reclining,
Were on their staves reclining.
Clear, clear, so very near,
A burst of music sounding;
That flocks and shepherds rose at once,
With swelling hearts rebounding,
With swelling hearts rebounding.
Loud, loud, the chorus grew,
Till all the air was swelling;
And from the heavens came a voice,
That heav’nly news was telling,
That heav’nly news was telling.
Joy! Joy! Your Lord is born!
The heavenly voice was saying
While kneeling on the frosty ground,
The shepherds all were praying,
The shepherds all were praying.
Peace, peace, on earth be peace,
Good will to brothers greeting;
Arise, and hasten to the Babe,
Fast in the stable sleeping,
Fast in the stable sleeping.
Praise, praise, to God be praise,
And glory in the highest;
All praise to Thee, O newborn Babe,
Who in the manger liest,
Who in the manger liest.
Praise, praise, the Spirit praise,
The holy Dove descending;
Who, with the Father and the Son,
Shall reign through days unending,
Shall reign through days unending.