Midnight’s Sable Hour Is Passing

Midnight’s sa­ble hour is pass­ing

Silence o’er cre­ation reigns;

Nature rests in soft­est slum­bers

Stars adorn th’ethe­re­al plains;

Now Ju­dea’s gen­tle shep­herds

Watch their sleep­ing flee­cy care;

When the heav­en­ly por­tals op­en

And soft mur­murs wake the air.

Then be­hold a glo­ri­ous an­gel

Down from Heav’n di­rects his flight;

And around the rur­al watch­men

Sheds an ov­er­whelm­ing light;

“Hail! ye shep­herds! fear no ev­il

I to you glad tid­ings bring;

Tidings now thro’ Heav’n re­sound­ing

Praise to your eter­nal king.

Go to Beth­le’m

Dav­id’s ci­ty

On this hap­py

hap­py morn

Jesus

Lord of men and an­gels

There for you to­day is born!

Go to Beth­le­hem; there the In­fant

In a hum­ble man­ger laid

Where you find Him there ad­ore Him

To Him end­less praise be paid.

Heave their hearts with glad emo­tion

While they list­en to his word;

When he ceased

a choir of an­gels

Sang most sweet­ly of their Lord;

Glory to Je­ho­vah

glo­ry

Glory to Je­ho­vah’s Son;

Peace on earth and heav’n­ly bless­ing

Man’s re­demp­tion is be­gun!