Hark! what sounds are sweetly stealing
Soft through Bethlehem’s midnight air?
Louder yet, and louder pealing,
Angel accents sure are there.
Glory, glory, peace and mercy,
Peace on earth, good will to men.
See! a light from Heaven is streaming,
Night and darkness quit the plain;
See! an angel brightly beaming,
Followed by a radiant train.
Fear not, shepherds! glad my story,
Tidings of the greatest joy:
Christ is born, the Lord of Glory!
I proclaim a Savior nigh.
Thus the angel, then ascending,
Seeks again the realms of light;
Now the chorus faintly ending,
All is silence, all is night.