Hark! Upon the Morning Breezes

Hark! up­on the morn­ing breez­es

In the dark­ness

ere the wak­ing

Music sweet the sens­es pleas­es

Soft up­on the still­ness break­ing;

Glory

Glory! this the sing­ing

Welcome to Im­ma­nu­el bring­ing.

Shepherds at their watch be­hold­ing

Angels clad in glist­en­ing white­ness

Heard the won­drous news un­fold­ing

’Mid that dazz­ling scene of bright­ness:

Glory

Glo­ry! peace

and kind­ness

Light is break­ing on our blind­ness.

Glorious morn! The sun

up­ris­ing

Shone up­on a world re­joic­ing;

God is with us—truth sur­pris­ing!

List to song the mes­sage voic­ing:

Glory

Glo­ry! ag­es told it

Heav’nly voic­es now un­fold it.

God adored

our na­ture wear­ing!

Ah

such con­des­cend­ing meek­ness!

Stooping to a world des­pair­ing

Full of pi­ty for our weak­ness:

Glory

Glo­ry! prais­es swell­ing

God hath made with man His dwell­ing.