Clear upon the Night Air Sounding

Clear upon the night air sound­ing

Sweetly ec­ho­ing o’er the plain;

Fell the an­gel voice an­nounc­ing

Christ is born in Beth­le­hem.

Clearer

sweet­er

swelled the chor­us

From the an­gel host around

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est

And on earth good will abound.

As the an­gels sing we sing

Glory to the new­born King.

And our songs we’ll nev­er cease

Glory to the Prince of Peace!

Glory to the Prince of Peace!

Prophets told the won­drous story

Of the fu­ture King and Lord;

Who from up­per realms of glo­ry

Should des­cend our Light and Word.

But they knew not all His bright­ness

Nor the full­ness of His grace

Could not join the heav’n­ly chorus

Nor the song of tri­umph raise.

As the an­gels sang we sing

Glory to our God and king.

We who know the lov­ing Sav­ior

Who have found the last­ing peace;

Who have heard His voice ce­les­ti­al

Bidding all our sor­rows cease;

We can raise the song of tri­umph

With th’an­gel­ic host pro­claim

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est!

Christ is born in Beth­le­hem.

As the an­gels sang we sing

Glory to our God and king.