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


Words: John Ju­li­an. Writ­ten No­vem­ber 7, 1873, and first print­ed in the Pres­ton, Lan­ca­shire, Her­ald, No­vem­ber 11, 1873, in an ar­ti­cle ti­tled Ta­ble Talk.

Music: Na­xos Will­iam T. Cross­ley (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Cross­ley (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John Julian (1839–1913)


Sweetly sang the an­gels
In the clear, calm night,
On their white wings rest­ing
In the heav’n­ly light;
Sent by God the Fa­ther,
Who our love has sought,
Unto men and child­ren
Tidings glad they brought.


Children, blend your voic­es,
In sweet con­cord sing;
Hail the Lord’s an­oint­ed,
Christ, the child­ren’s king.

To the gen­tle shep­herds
It was first re­vealed,
Watching ’mid the dark­ness
In the op­en field.
That in Da­vid’s ci­ty,
On that ho­ly morn,
In a low­ly stable
Christ, our king, was born.


Gladdened by the tid­ings,
Hastily they sped
To the crowd­ed ci­ty
And the man­ger bed;
There they found the Sav­ior
With His mo­ther mild;
Him they loved and wor­shipped,
Though a low­ly child.


In His sim­ple childhood,
And His sac­red youth,
All His ways were ho­ly,
All His ways were truth;
For our sins He suf­fered,
And, thro’ grief un­told,
All His lambs He pur­chased
For His sac­red fold.


Jesus, meek and gen­tle,
Make us like to Thee;
Loving, true, and ten­der,
Thou wouldst have us be;
Blessings rich and ho­ly,
On this fes­tal day,
Pour Thou out up­on us,
Lord we hum­bly pray.