Christmas Morning (Phipps)

Soft the light of ear­ly morn­ing

Fell o’er hills of far Ju­dea

While ’midst glo­ries of the dawn­ing

Thrilled thro’ earth—The King is here!

Shepherds gazed in awe and won­der

Wise men

eag­er tra­veled on

Angel hosts thro’ clouds asun­der

Singing

came

Lo

Christ is born.

Glory to God in the high­est.

See! an­gel­ic hosts ad­vanc­ing

Glorious in their bright ar­ray;

Light ce­les­ti­al from them glanc­ing

Where the Babe in man­ger lay.

Bethl’hem’s Babe in won­drous fa­shion

Came from Heav’n God’s will to do

Saves man­kind from sin and pas­sion;

Glorious news

for­ev­er new.

Glory to God in the high­est.

Sing Ho­san­na in the high­est

Peace on earth

good will to men.

Sing Ho­sanna in the high­est

Christmas day is come again.

Hail! to Thee

Thou Prince of Peace

Earth for Thee has wait­ed long

Since from Heav’n Thou hast re­lease

Reign

to con­quer ev­ery wrong.

Glory to God in the high­est.