Sweetly Sang the Angels

Sweetly sang the an­gels

In the clear

calm night

On their white wings rest­ing

In the heav’n­ly light;

Sent by God the Fa­ther

Who our love has sought

Unto men and child­ren

Tidings glad they brought.

Children

blend your voic­es

In sweet con­cord sing;

Hail the Lord’s an­oint­ed

Christ

the child­ren’s king.

To the gen­tle shep­herds

It was first re­vealed

Watching ’mid the dark­ness

In the op­en field.

That in Da­vid’s ci­ty

On that ho­ly morn

In a low­ly sta­ble

Christ

our king

was born.

Gladdened by the tid­ings

Hastily they sped

To the crowd­ed ci­ty

And the man­ger bed;

There they found the Sav­ior

With His mo­ther mild;

Him they loved and wor­shiped

Though a low­ly child.

In His sim­ple child­hood

And His sac­red youth

All His ways were ho­ly

All His ways were truth;

For our sins He suf­fered

And

thro’ grief un­told

All His lambs He pur­chased

For His sac­red fold.

Jesus

meek and gen­tle

Make us like to Thee;

Loving

true

and ten­der

Thou wouldst have us be;

Blessings rich and ho­ly

On this fes­tal day

Pour Thou out up­on us

Lord we hum­bly pray.