In the Bliss of Old Predicted

In the bliss of old pre­dict­ed

Heav’n and earth to-day re­joice;

Men and an­gels

one in spir­it

Shout aloud in glee­ful voice;

For

to those in dark­ness drear

God in hu­man flesh is near.

Cave and man­ger show the mys­te­ry;

Shepherds tell the won­drous tale;

Bearing gifts to lay be­fore Him

From the east the Ma­gi hail;

Taught by an­gel words to sing

We un­wor­thy prais­es bring.

Glory be to God eter­nal!

Peace on earth its reign be­gin!

For the one De­sire of na­tions

Comes to save us from our sin;

Freedom He will now be­stow

From the bond­age of the foe.