Scripture Verse

Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luke 2:10–14


Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Words: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, Hymns of the Na­ti­vi­ty, and Oth­er Piec­es (Lon­don: James Nis­bet, 1879), pag­es 8–10, alt.

Music: Long Beach Da­ni­el B. Tow­ner, 1912. Pub­lished in Life Songs, ed­it­ed by John D. Brunk & Sam­uel F. Coff­man (Scott­dale, Penn­syl­van­ia: Men­non­ite Pub­lish­ing House, 1916), num­ber 71 (🔊 pdf nwc).


Now an­gels down have flown,
Now glo­ry bright has shone,
Now shep­herds see the light and hear the voice:
Fear not; be­hold, I bring
Glad tid­ings of your king;
Let all the na­tions of earth now re­joice.

Sing a new song to­night,
Sing, all ye stars of light,
The Lord of Glo­ry leaves His glo­ri­ous heav’n.
To earth be­hold Him come
From His ce­les­ti­al home;
To us a child is born, a son is giv’n!

O mu­sic of the past,
The sweet­est and the last
Of all the notes of ages gone is this,
That tells of His great birth,
That sings of peace on earth,
And man re­stored to more than pri­mal bliss.

O lin­ger­ing night, speed on!
Arise, thou gold­en sun,
And bring in ea­ger joy the day of days.
When the eter­nal Word
Creation’s King and Lord,
Takes flesh that He may flesh to glo­ry raise.

O wail­ing winds, be still,
O’er sea and plain and hill;
O storm and thun­der, halt your tumult, cease;
And breathe, thou lov­ing gale,
Thy od­ors soft ex­hale,
To greet the com­ing of the Prince of Peace.

He comes to breathe our air,
Our ve­ry flesh to wear;
He comes to die our death, to bear our load;
He comes to still our fears,
To wipe our fall­ing tears,
To heal and bless us—O Je­sus of God!

Over yon si­lent peak,
I see the fore­glow break,
That tells of glo­ry earth has ne­ver known;
The glo­ry of the King,
To whom all tribes shall bring
Their deep­est hom­age, praise, hon­or and crown.

Sing out, ye sons of men,
A louder, lof­ti­er strain!
Lift up your voice, O hap­py, blest Beth­le­hem!
Let psalm and hymn as­cend,
And with the in­cense blend
Arising from thy shrine, Je­ru­sa­lem!

Annunciation to the Shepherds
Nicolaes Berchem,1649