O Lovely Voices of the Sky

O love­ly voic­es of the sky

That hymned the Sav­ior’s birth

Are ye not sing­ing still on high

Who once sang peace on earth?

Still o’er us float those ho­ly strains

Wherewith in days gone by

Ye blessed the lowly Sy­ri­an swain

O voic­es of the sky!

O clear and shin­ing light

whose beams

A heav’n­ly ra­di­ance shed

Around the palms

and o’er the streams

And on the shep­herd’s head;

Be near thro’ life

be near in death

As in that ho­li­est night

Of hope

of glad­ness

and of faith

O clear and shin­ing light.

O star

which led’st to Him whose love

Brought down man’s ran­som

free

Thou still art midst the hosts ab­ove:

We still may gaze on thee!

In Heav’n thy light doth nev­er set

Thy rays earth may not dim;

Oh

send them forth to guide us yet

Bright star which led to Him.