Christmas Carol (Abbey)

On a Christ­mas morn­ing bright

Angels white

clothed in light

Sang be­neath the vault­ed sky

Glory to God on high;

Then a light

ex­ceed­ing bright

Shone o’er Ju­dea’s plain;

And again was heard the strain

Peace

good will to men.

Shepherds watch­ing there by night

Saw the light

shin­ing bright;

Caught the ech­oes pass­ing by

Glory to God on high;

Peace on earth at Je­sus’ birth

Was min­gled with the strain;

And to men good will again

Glory to God on high.

And the ech­oes ris­ing clear

Still we hear

year by year

Infant voic­es shout­ing high

Glory to God on high;

Peace and love from God above

Came down at Je­sus’ birth;

Let the song be borne along

Round the list­en­ing earth.

On the bright­est of all days

Let us raise

song of praise

Join the chor­us of the sky

Glory to God on high;

Glory

glo­ry

oh

the sto­ry

All around pro­claim;

Christ was born on Christ­mas morn

Glory to His name.