1 Sweetly sang the angels
In the clear, calm night,
On their white wings resting
In the heavenly light;
Sent by God the Father,
Who our love has sought,
Unto men and children
Tidings glad they brought.
Refrain"
Children, blend your voices,
In sweet concord sing;
Hail the Lord’s anointed,
Christ, the children’s king.
2 To the gentle shepherds
It was first revealed,
Watching ’mid the darkness
In the open field.
That in David’s city,
On that holy morn,
In a lowly stable
Christ, our king, was born. [Refrain]
3 Gladdened by the tidings,
Hastily they sped
To the crowded city
And the manger bed;
There they found the Savior
With His mother mild;
Him they loved and worshipped,
Though a lowly child. [Refrain]
4 In His simple childhood,
And His sacred youth,
All His ways were holy,
All His ways were truth;
For our sins He suffered,
And, thro’ grief untold,
All His lambs He purchased
For His sacred fold. [Refrain]
5 Jesus, meek and gentle,
Make us like to Thee;
Loving, true, and tender,
Thou wouldst have us be;
Blessings rich and holy,
On this festal day,
Pour Thou out upon us,
Lord we humbly pray. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9130