Glad Angel Voices

On dewy plains where shep­herds were abid­ing

Beside their flocks

with ten­der

watch­ful eye;

Awoke the song

the still night air di­vid­ing

The song of an­gels rang thro’ the star­lit sky.

Glad an­gel voic­es

from thy do­main

Strike thy full chor­us

re­peat thy sweet re­frain;

Fair spir­its hov­er near each hap­py throng

This day as­sem­bled

to sing thy Christ­mas song.

In low­ly stall a new­born Babe was sleep­ing

While dumb

meek kine un­heed­ing stand around;

A mo­ther’s love her watch­ful vi­gils keep­ing

While thro’ the night air glad an­gel voic­es sound.

O star­lit night

how sweet thy mu­sic ring­ing!

How blest the truth

the sto­ry of His birth!

O an­gel throng

thro’ Heav­en’s arch­es wing­ing

May the grand chor­us re-ec­ho round the earth!