Glory to God in the Highest (Matson)

Glory

glo­ry to God in the high­est!

Angels in chor­us joy­ful­ly cry;

Glory

glo­ry to God in the high­est!

Trembling and weak our voic­es re­ply.

Fain would we ec­ho their an­them ab­ove

Fain would we sing to the Fount­ain of love;

Glory to God in the high­est!

What though but feeb­ly our ac­cents arise

Deigning to heark­en

He bends from the skies.

Glory to God in the high­est!

Glory

glo­ry to God in the high­est!

Bright beam­ing stars of mid­night pro­claim;

Glory

glo­ry to God in the high­est!

All na­ture peals forth in praise to His name.

Warbles the wood­land

and whis­pers the breeze

Roar out the tor­rents and tem­pest tossed seas

Glory to God in the high­est!

Loud His cre­ation

still cease­less pro­longs

Praise to her Mak­er in all her glad songs

Glory to God in the high­est!

Glory

glory to God in the high­est!

Joining the choir

our trib­ute we bring;

Glory

glo­ry to God in the high­est!

Mortals break si­lence

grate­ful­ly sing;

Reigning in ma­jes­ty thron­èd ab­ove

Yours is the most roy­al gift of His love.

Glory to God in the high­est!

Spread through cre­ation

His gran­deur we trace

Only in man He re­veal­eth His grace

Glory to God in the high­est!