Scripture Verse

Suddenly there was…a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:13–14


William F. Sherwin

Words: Char­lotte El­li­ott, Thoughts in Verse, on Sac­red Sub­jects (Lond­on: Will­iam Hunt, 1871), pag­es 33–34.

Music: Cut­ting Will­iam F. Sher­win (1826–1888) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know when the mu­sic was writ­ten, would you ?

Charlotte Elliott

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Calm was the hallowed night!
Valley and mountain height
Slumbered in shade.
Roofed by Heav’n’s azure fair,
Making their flocks their care,
Shepherds, in open air,
Tranquilly stayed.

Suddenly round them shone,
Dazzling to look upon,
Splendors of light;
Then drew an angel near,
And, to allay their fear,
Poured on their ravished ear
Words of delight!

Ne’er since the world began,
Music so sweet to man
Sounded abroad;
On that auspicious morn,
Changing our state forlorn,
Christ as a babe was born,
Jesus the Lord!

Well might the tidings told
Waken your harps of gold,
Chorus unseen!
Sweet rang your minstrelsy,
Glory to God on high!
Peace on earth,
Good will towards men!

Well might the shepherds haste,
Ere yet the night was past,
That thing to see;
Where light the meteor shed,
Well might the Magi tread,
Joyful, the path that led,
Savior, to Thee.

Infant of Bethlehem!
Now do I seek, like them,
Thy mean abode;
There in Thy strange disguise
Thee do I recognize,
Maker of earth and skies,
Almighty God!

Mysteries so deep deter
Nature’s proud reasoner,
Scorning God’s word:
Thee, whom the Father seals,
He to Thy seed reveals;
Each to this mandate kneels,
Thus saith the Lord.

Wonderful, Counselor!
Thee whom the virgin bore,
Thee I receive;
God e’er the world began,
Perfect God, perfect man,
Mystery too deep to scan,
This I believe.

Lo, at Thy feet I lay,
Giving myself away,
All that is mine;
Treasures I none unfold,
Frankincense, myrrh, or gold,
One sinful heart behold,
Take it for Thine.

Father! Thy love I bless,
Who in our deep distress
Gavest Thy Son!
Savior! I Thee adore,
Spirit! Thine unction pour;
Thee I praise evermore,
Great Three in One!