Scripture Verse

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


Benjamin R. Hanby

Words & Mu­sic: Ben­ja­min R. Han­by, The Snow-Bird (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1865) (🔊 pdf nwc).


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.