Glory in the Highest! (Brownlie)

Glory in the high­est!

Hark

what an­gels sing:

Was there e’er such mu­sic

Borne on ris­ing wing?

See

the gates of Heav­en

On their por­tals rise

And the song that charms us

Comes from para­dise.

Glory in the high­est!

Christ our Lord is born;

Hail His glo­ri­ous ad­vent

On this hap­py morn;

Ages long have wait­ed

’Mid their brood­ing ills;

Now the her­ald-voic­es

Wake the si­lent hills.

Herdsmen in their watch­ing

Lift their eyes am­azed;

Sages from the sun­land

At the star­light gazed;

And they bear their trea­sures

Gold for dia­dem

Meet to crown the mon­arch

Born at Beth­le­hem.

Glory in the high­est!

With the sag­es bring

What is best and fair­est

For an of­fer­ing;

Lay before the man­ger

Where the In­fant lies

All your heart’s de­vo­tion

Love’s best sac­ri­fice.