1 Let myriad chords this day be strung
Within the beating hearts of men,
Till peal on peal from every tongue,
Again re-echoing and again,
Shall far and near the news proclaim,
That Christ is born in Bethlehem.
2 No pomp of power, no pride of place,
No gorgeous banner was unfurled,
When He, the Lord of life and grace,
Descended on a hardened world;
And Satan stood with folded wings,
And, cowering, owned Him King of kings.
3 The heathen gods were silent then,
No voice was heard from wood or stone,
Their glory had departed—when
The Lord of Glory left His throne,
And in a lowly manger lay,
The Day-star of eternal day.
4 Dark superstition, scowling, fled;
A blight upon her parent stem
Had fallen, when in wonder led
The star stood over Bethlehem,
And holy angels, hovering there,
Sang praises in the midnight air.
5 Yes! angels sang their song of old,
Yet man, for whom He came, was dumb;
They ate, they drank, they bought, they sold,
And knew not that their Lord was come,
For them to live, for them to die,
A pledge to them of victory.
6 Long years have rolled since that bright day,
And through the world His love has rung,
But be not we as blind as they,
Or leave His praises all unsung:
The heav’ns proclaim that Christ is come,
Shall we on earth alone be dumb?
7 No! let each and every heart
Awake, and sing this joyous morn,
And with the angels bearing part,
Proclaim their great Redeemer born,
And strive a guiltless life to bring
As tribute to their heav’nly king.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13191
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