Christ Is Born (Highfield)

To a far Ju­de­an hill

Through the si­lence sweet and still

Came a shin­ing an­gel from the court of light;

Fear ye not

he soft­ly said

To the shep­herds

sore afraid

Unto you the Christ is born this ho­ly night.

Fear ye not that skies ab­ove are glo­ry riv’n;

Angels hail the Sav­ior’s birth

Peace and joy shall fill the earth;

Unto you in Beth­le­hem a king is giv’n

Glory

glo­ry be to God who reigns in Heav’n!

O’er the far Ju­de­an plain

Sounded out a glad re­frain

Glory

glo­ry be to God

the an­gels sang:

Telling of Mes­si­ah’s birth

Bringing glad­ness to the earth

All the heav’n­ly arch­es with sweet mu­sic rang.

Christ

the Lord

is born a king

Joy and hope and faith to bring

Glory

glo­ry be to God who reigns above;

Peace on earth

good will to men

Tell it o’er and o’er again

All the world shall know the full­ness of His love.