Oh! lovely voices of the sky
Which hymned the
Saviour's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang,
"Peace on earth"?
To us yet
speak the strains
Wherewith,
in time gone by,
Ye blessed the
Syrian swains,
Oh! voices
of the sky!
Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams
That hour Heaven's
glory shed,
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,
And on the
shepherd's head.
Be near,
through life and death,
As in that
holiest night
Of hope, and
joy, and faith—
Oh! clear
and shining light!
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