A multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Luke 2:13–14
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Down from the skies bending low o’er the manger,
White robed celestials adoringly throng;
Hark! for they herald a heavenly stranger;
Hasten, ye mortals, to join in their song.
Little children lisp His grace,
Youthful voices sound His praise;
Men and angels raise your loud hosannas to His name;
Oceans with your fullness roar,
Earth resound from shore to shore,
Hallelujah to the Lamb.
Hail Him, ye shepherds, adore Him, ye sages,
Ho! waiting Israel still faithful, though few;
Gentiles, Oh list to the voice of the ages,
Lo! a deliv’rer is coming to you.
Dark is the pathway before Him and dreary,
Onward it leads to the cross and the grave;
Cheerful He treads it though fainting and weary,
Thus, only thus, He His loved ones can save.
Weep not, O stricken ones, when shall enfold Him
All the deep darkness of Calvary’s gloom;
Soon, soon your tear blinded eyes shall behold Him,
Walking a God from the gates of the tomb.