Oh, holy night! Oh, glorious light,
That shines on
Bethlehem town!
Oh, music sweet, that from the skies
Comes floating
softly down!
The echo of the angels' song
Falls on our ears
again:
“All glory be to God on high,
And peace, good
will to men.”
The shepherds heard, like note of bird,
That midnight
carol clear,
And to the manger and the babe
In awe and love
drew near
And, as they gazed, the heavenly strain
Rang in their
hearts again:
“All glory be to God on high,
And peace, good
will to men”
'Twas service sweet, 'twas homage meet
For lowly men to
pay;
And we our hearts' obeisance make
Upon this
Christmas day.
We join ye, angel choristers,
As ye repeat
again:
“All glory be to God on high,
And peace, good
will to men.”
Oh, holy night! Oh, glorious light,
That shines on
Bethlehem town!
Oh, music sweet, that from the skies
Comes softly
floating down!
We catch the golden cadences
And fling them
back again --
“All glory be to God on high,
And peace, good
will to men.”
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