Glory in the highest!
Hark, what angels sing:
Was there e'er such music
Borne on rising wing?
See, the gates of heaven
On their portals rise,
And the song that charms us
Comes from Paradise.
Glory in the highest!
Christ our Lord is born;
Hail His glorious advent
On this happy morn;
Ages long have waited
'Mid their brooding ills;
Now the herald-voices
Wake the silent hills.
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Herdsmen in their watching
Lift their eyes amazed;
Sages from the sunland
At the starlight gazed;
And they bear their treasures,
Gold for diadem,
Meet to crown the Monarch
Born at Bethlehem.
Glory in the highest!
With the sages bring
What is best and fairest
For an offering;
Lay before the manger
Where the Infant lies,
All your heart's devotion,
Love's best sacrifice.
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First Line: | Glory in the highest! |
Title: | Glory in the highest! |
Meter: | 6,5,6,5 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1913 |