How Blest Were They on Bethlehem’s Plain

How blest were they on Beth­le­hem’s plain

Beneath the mid­night sky

Who heard the an­gel’s joy­ful strain

Who heard the an­gel’s joy­ful strain

And felt that Heav­en was nigh

That Heav­en was nigh.

Fear not

for on this ho­ly morn

Good news to all I bring;

In Beth­le­hem’s low­ly shrine is born

In Beth­le­hem’s low­ly shrine is born

Jesus

the in­fant King

The in­fant King.

Then sud­den­ly a heav­en­ly band

Join in the an­gel’s song

While rock and hill through Ju­dah’s land

While rock and hill through Ju­dah’s land

The notes of praise pro­long

Of praise pro­long.

And thus the joy­ful chor­us ran—

Glory to God be giv­en!

For peace on earth

good­will to man

For peace on earth

good­will to man

Descend to him from Heav­en

To him from Heav­en.

Glad tid­ings! nor on Beth­le­hem’s plain

Alone that song was sweet;

Lo! mill­ions hail with joy the strain

Lo! mill­ions hail with joy the strain

And seek the Sav­ior’s feet

The Sav­ior’s feet.

And still to mill­ions yet un­born

Shall sound from shore to shore

The song

which waked that ho­ly morn

The song

which waked that ho­ly morn

Till time shall be no more!

Shall be no more!