Stars of glory, shine more brightly,
Purer be the moonlight’s beam;
Glide ye hours and moments lightly,
Swiftly down time’s deepening stream.
Bring the hour that banished sadness,
Brought redemption down to earth,
When the shepherds heard with gladness
Tidings of a Savior’s birth.
See a beauteous angel soaring
In the bright celestial blaze;
On the shepherds low adoring
Rest his mild, effulgent rays.
Fear not—cries the heavenly stranger—
Him whom ancient seers foretold,
Weeping in a lonely manger,
Shepherds, haste ye to behold.
See the shepherds quickly rising,
Hastening to the humble stall,
And the newborn Infant prizing,
As the mighty Lord of all;
Lowly now they bend before Him
In His helpless infant state;
Firmly, faithful they adore Him
And His greatness celebrate,
Hark the swell of heav’nly voices
Peal along the vaulted sky;
Angels sing, while earth rejoices—
Glory to our God on high;
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace to humble men on earth;
Joy to these and bliss is given,
In the great Redeemer’s birth.