Long Years Ago o’er Bethlehem’s Hills

Long years ago o’er Beth­le­hem’s hills

Was seen a won­drous thing;

As shep­herds watched the sleep­ing flocks

They heard the an­gels sing.

The an­them rolled among the clouds

When earth was hushed and still;

Its notes pro­claimed sweet peace on earth

To all man­kind good will.

Glory to God in the high­est

The an­gels’ song re­sounds

Glory to God in the high­est!

That song is sung by rich and poor

Where’er the Christ is known;

’Tis sung in words

and sung in deeds

Which bind all hearts in one.

Angels are still the chor­is­ters

But we the shep­herds are

To bear the mes­sage which they bring

To those both near and far: