How tranquil, how serene the night,
When to the sleeping earth,
A heav’nly host of seraphs bright,
Proclaimed a Savior’s birth!
The shepherds, on Judea’s plains,
With wonder heard their songs,
Glory to God!—to Him alone,
Our highest praise belongs.
Glory to God! through heav’n’s broad arch,
The sacred chorus ran,
Good will, and never ending peace,
Henceforth to mortal man.
Glory to God! let all the earth,
To Him their honors bring,
And every heart, and every tongue,
His praise responsive sing.