Bright Angels on the Wing

Bright an­gels on the wing

At si­lent hour of night

Proclaim aloud the new­born King

’Mid floods of heav’n­ly light.

The wake­ful shep­herds hear

And trem­ble at the sound

Till words of love dis­pel their fear

And breathe sweet peace around.

Till words of love dis­pel their fear

And breathe sweet peace around.

Then from the blaz­ing sky

Is heard th’en­raptured strain:

Glory to God

to God on high

Peace and good will to men.

Ye woods and rocks and hills

Reverberate the song

Till man the ho­ly im­pulse feels

And rolls the tide along.

Till man the holy im­pulse feels

And rolls the tide along.

Glory to God on high

Good will to men be giv­en;

Celestial peace be­low the sky

And end­less joy in Heav­en.