Softly through the mel­low star­light
Steals a strain of sil­ver song;
Lo, the ec­ho­ing hills pro­claim it,
Waft the glad re­frain along.

Refrain

Glory, glo­ry, Christ is ris­en!
Whispered in the star­lit way,
List the love­ly shades re-echo,
Christ the Lord is ris’n to­day.

Happy bands in shin­ing rai­ment
Fill the arch of Heav­en’s dome,
Sweep their harps to strains so ten­der,
Wafted from their dist­ant home.

Refrain

Softly through life’s shad­ed val­ley
Comes once more the sil­ver strain,
Borne on an­gel pin­ions to us,
And we join the sweet re­frain.

Refrain