Once o’er Judea’s Hills by Night

Once o’er Ju­dea’s hills by night

Was heard a joy­ful sound

A host ap­peared

of an­gels bright

And glo­ry shone around.

Fear not

they sing

to you we bring

Glad tid­ings

peace on earth;

Good will to men

they car­oled then

And sang the Sav­ior’s birth.

On Beth­l’em’s plain no more we hear

The won­drous heav’n­ly chime;

But we can sound a strain as dear

This joy­ful Christ­mas morn.

Our song we raise as God we praise

Good will and peace on earth;

With heart and voice we all re­joice

And sing the Sav­ior’s birth.

When they had sung their song of love

The an­gels went away

To sing in joy­ful courts ab­ove

That first glad Christ­mas day.

The shep­herds heard the won­drous word

The an­gels brought to them;

Then hast­ened they where sleep­ing lay

The Babe of Beth­lehem.

Around the man­ger ga­ther­ing

O! let us pros­trate fall;

And to the in­fant Sav­ior bring

Our hearts

our lives our all!