Angels Adore Him

O’er the hills in far Ju­dea

Rang the first glad Christ­mas song;

’Twas a grand an­gel­ic chor­us

Shepherds saw the shin­ing throng.

Glory streamed across the heav­ens

Music ech­oed thro’ the air;

Christ the Morn­ing Star hath ris­en!

Tell the tid­ings ev­ery­where.

Angels ad­ore Him

Hark! We seem to hear

Echoes from Heav­en

Angel ech­oes clear.

Jesus the migh­ty

Came to earth to bring

Priceless re­demp­tion

Christ our pro­phet

priest and king!

Tell again the sweet old sto­ry

Of the shep­herds on the hill

When the ang­els from the glo­ry

Sang while all the world was still.

Tell again the story won­drous

Of the In­fant in the stall

Of the guid­ing star above Him

Shining o’er the Lord of all.

Angels wond­ered at His com­ing

To this scene of earth­ly night

From the fade­less day in glo­ry

From His home so won­drous bright;

Angels looked in deep amaze­ment

At the man­ger of His birth

Understanding not His pur­pose

To re­deem this sin­ful earth.