A shepherd band their flocks are keeping,
And gentle lambs are sweetly sleeping;
When suddenly they all behold
An angel in bright robes, with harp of gold.

 

Glad tidings of great joy he bringeth,
The azure vault with anthems ringeth;
Immanuel awakes the song,
And countless hosts the glorious theme prolong.

�To you, this day, is born a Savior,
Your Prophet, Priest and King forever;
All glory be to God,� they cry;
�All glory be to God,� let earth reply.

�On earth be peace with mercy blending,
Goodwill to men, and love unending�;
Thus sweetly sing the angel throng,
And all the heav�nly host rehearse the song.

Through field and wood the song resoundeth,
O�er hill and vale the chorus boundeth;
Exultingly the echoes roll,
And hymns of triumph spread from pole to pole.

The shepherds view the host returning,
Their hearts with holy ardor burning;
To Bethlehem they wend their way,
Repeating with glad tongues th�angelic lay.

In haste they seek the heav�nly Stranger;
They find the Babe laid in a manger;
With wonder and with awe they fall,
And joyfully adore Him, Lord of all.

Now every voice with rapture swelleth,
For Christ the Lord with mortals dwelleth;
Let men and angels Him adore,
And shout their loud hosannas evermore.