Carol His Natal Day

On the wilds of Ju­dah

Rests the calm of night;

Through its east­ern heav­ens

Glows a won­drous light.

In its low­ly man­ger

Doth the mo­ther bide

With the in­fant Je­sus

Nestling by her side.

Glad an­gel­ic choirs

Sing in mid­night sky;

Glory in the high­est

Be to God on high!

’Neath the won­drous ha­lo

Eastern Ma­gi trend

Till at length ex­ult­ant

Round His form they bend.

Choicest gifts they ren­der

Highest hon­ors pay

To the in­fant Je­sus

On His na­tal day.

See the na­tions bend­ing

By His man­ger now;

See the wise

the migh­ty

To His scep­ter bow.

Hear the an­gel chor­us

Waken earth and sky;

Glory in the high­est

Be to God on high.