Sweetest Music, Softly Stealing

Sweetest mu­sic

soft­ly steal­ing

Thro’ the si­lence of the night;

To the shep­herds now re­veal­ing

Christ is born

the source of light.

Glory un­to God the Fa­ther

Who hath sent His on­ly Son

That He may all na­tions ga­ther

Round His feet and make them one.

Now in Da­vid’s an­cient ci­ty

He is born

the an­gels say;

God the Fa­ther

full of pi­ty

Sends His Son to you to­day.

Shepherds

to the sta­ble hast­en

There your Sav­ior Christ is born

Son of Ma­ry

lowly maid­en

On this first glad Christ­mas morn.

He from high­est heav’n des­cend­ing

Comes on earth your woes to heal

That

your ev­ery want at­tend­ing

Love of God He may re­veal.