1 Soft the light of early morning,
Fell o’er hills of far Judea,
While ’midst glories of the dawning,
Thrilled thro’ earth—"The King is here!"
Shepherds gazed in awe and wonder,
Wise men, eager traveled on,
Angel hosts thro’ clouds asunder,
Singing, came, "Lo, Christ is born."
Glory to God in the highest.
2 See! angelic hosts advancing,
Glorious in their bright array;
Light celestial from them glancing,
Where the Babe in manger lay.
Bethl’hem’s Babe in wondrous fashion
Came from Heav’n God’s will to do,
Saves mankind from sin and passion;
Glorious news, forever new.
Glory to God in the highest.
3 Sing "Hosanna in the highest,
Peace on earth, good will to men."
Sing "Hosanna in the highest,"
Christmas day is come again.
Hail! to Thee, Thou Prince of Peace,
Earth for Thee has waited long,
Since from Heav’n Thou hast release,
Reign, to conquer every wrong.
Glory to God in the highest.