A Christmas Hymn

1 The first time that the skies grew bright,
When Heaven lay open wide,
And angels gleamed adown the night
Of one still countryside;

2 ’Twas when the almighty Heir of all
Came forth, a helpless child,
Amid the darkness of a stall,
And through our nature smiled.

3 Far down in Being, but forgot
By none who watched afar.
Above the lowly, hidden spot
Was buoyed one floating star.

4 Then angels, up the heights of sky,
Flashed glory with their shout,
And o’er the wide earth sleeping nigh,
Fell words of peace about.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14216

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