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

Anonymous, in Festival Poems (Boston, Massachusetts: Roberts Brothers, 1884), page 103, alt.

Assynt anonymous, in The Hosanna (New York: The New Church Board of Publication, 1905), page 93 (🔊 pdf nwc).

There were whisperings in the heavens,
There were murmurings in the clouds;
There were harp-tones full of sweetness
From the joyous angel crowds;
There were songs from holy voices,
There was brightness o’er the morn,
And all nature thrilled with gladness,
When our Savior, Christ, was born.

It was in a lonely manger
Where the Son of God was laid,
And did naught of grandeur comfort
That pure holy mother maid;
But in stillness and in beauty,
While the shepherds round adored,
Slept in love and loving tenderest
Virgin mother and her Lord.

And the angels, hovering, guarded
Him with love-extended wing,
Sweetly singing hope for sinners,
And of glory to their king.
Let us learn to love like Jesus,
And like Him for sorrows mourn,
Nor forget ’twas God who loved us,
When our Savior, Christ, was born.