On Eastern Plain Reclining

On east­ern plain re­clin­ing

In dark and stil­ly night

The shep­herds see the shin­ing

Of glo­ri­ous

heav’n­ly light.

To shep­herds poor and low­ly

Amazed at such a sight;

They sang of Christ the ho­ly

His mis­sion and His might.

Rejoice! ye sag­es hoa­ry

Repeat the won­drous sto­ry

The Lord of life and glo­ry

Is born our king to­day.

Thro’ long un­num­bered eons

Vast mul­ti­tudes un­born

Will sing in joy­ful pae­ans

Of Christ on Christ­mas morn.

As an­gels sang in glo­ry

Of Christ

our Sav­ior’s birth

So men shall chant the sto­ry

Of peace

good will on earth.