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


John Brownlie (1857–1925)

Words: Au­thor un­known (Δοξα εν υψιστοις Θεϖ). Trans­lat­ed from Greek to Eng­lish by John Brown­lie in Hymns from the Morn­ing­land (Pais­ley, Scot­land: Al­ex­an­der Gard­ner, 1911).

Music: Bi­ja­ko­vi­ći Darm­stadt Ge­sang­buch, 1698 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:


Hark! up­on the morn­ing breez­es,
In the dark­ness, ere the wak­ing,
Music sweet the sens­es pleas­es,
Soft up­on the still­ness break­ing;
Glory, Glory! this the sing­ing,
Welcome to Im­ma­nu­el bring­ing.

Shepherds at their watch be­hold­ing
Angels clad in glist­en­ing white­ness,
Heard the won­drous news un­fold­ing
’Mid that dazz­ling scene of bright­ness:
Glory, Glo­ry! peace, and kind­ness,
Light is break­ing on our blind­ness.

Glorious morn! The sun, up­ris­ing,
Shone up­on a world re­joic­ing;
God is with us—truth sur­pris­ing!
List to song the mes­sage voic­ing:
Glory, Glo­ry! ag­es told it,
Heav’nly voic­es now un­fold it.

God adored, our na­ture wear­ing!
Ah, such con­des­cend­ing meek­ness!
Stooping to a world des­pair­ing,
Full of pi­ty for our weak­ness:
Glory, Glo­ry! prais­es swell­ing,
God hath made with man His dwell­ing.