From the deep star-laden sky
Fell the incense down the air;
Golden censers swinging high
To the sound of music rare.
Glory to God! Glory to God!
Glory to God, and good will to men!
Stood the shepherds in the night
Listening spellbound to the song
That with more than earthly might
Rolled the happy vales along.
So with peace, good will on earth
Comes the holy Christmas tide,
Blessèd day of Jesus’ birth,
Spread its glories far and wide.