Glory in the Highest (Ford)

Once the an­gels sang a carol

Floating through the air

Telling of the in­fant Je­sus

Sweet

and pure and fair.

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est

Peace on earth to men;

As the an­gels sang that morn­ing

Sing we now again.

Once the shep­herds

watch­ing faith­ful

By their flocks at night

Saw a star whose ho­ly ra­di­ance

Made the whole world bright.

Once the wise men

tra­vel­ing on­ward

From their homes afar

Found a Sav­ior in a man­ger

Guided by a star.