In Sweetest Accord

Night se­rene and fair

Naught its peace can mar;

Lo! in skies ab­ove

Dawns a ra­di­ant star.

Shepherds in the field

Guarding safe their fold

Mute with rap­ture kneel in wor­ship

Glory be­hold.

’Neath yon heav’n­ly sign

Sleeps a child di­vine;

Bow in hum­ble ad­or­ation

Own Him as Lord.

Music in the sky

Voices clear and high

Harps of gold re­sound­ing

In sweet­est ac­cord.

White winged ser­aphs chant

Heaven’s tri­umph song;

Earth in glad­ness wakes

Every note pro­longs.

Answering hills send back

Faint me­lo­di­ous strains;

Choirs ce­les­ti­al bring good tid­ings

Sing grand re­frains.

Seek the mang­er low

Haste your Lord to find;

Christ this day is born

Savior of man­kind.

In a shel­ter rude—

Lowly is the stall—

Lies a ti­ny roy­al strang­er

King ov­er all.