Bright Angel Hosts Are Heard on High

Bright an­gel hosts are heard on high

All sweet­ly sing­ing o’er the plains;

While mount­ains ec­ho in re­ply

The bur­den of their joy­ous strains.

Say

shep­herds

why this ju­bi­lee

What doth your rap­tur­ous mirth pro­long?

Say

say what may the tid­ings be

Which still in­spire that heav’n­ly song?

Come

come to Beth­le­hem

come and see

The Child whose birth the an­gels sing;

Come

come

ad­ore on bend­ed knee

The in­fant Christ

the new­born King!

See

there with­in a man­ger laid

Jesus

the Lord of Heav’n and earth!

See

saints and an­gels lend their aid

To ce­le­brate the Sav­ior’s birth!