Long Ago, in Solemn Midnight

Long ago

in so­lemn mid­night

Shepherds watched up­on the plain

When a band of ho­ly an­gels

Sang the earliest Christ­mas strain.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Glory be to God on high!

Gently flowed the si­lent wa­ters

In the still­ness of the night

And the glit­ter­ing stars in heav­en

Shone with pure and sil­ve­ry light.

Heav’n is op­ened

all its glo­ry

Bursts across the east­ern sky

For the har­mo­ny of ser­aphs

Tells that Christ

the Lord

is nigh.

Now the gold­en gates are op­en

Enter ye

who love the Lord;

For the Sav­ior’s love hath tri­umphed

As He pro­mised in His Word.

Join the an­gels in their chor­us

Praise the Lord

who came to die;

Praises in the high­est

prais­es;

Glory be to God on high.