The Angel’s Song (Johnston)

Under the beau­ti­ful Sy­ri­an sky

Keeping their flocks while the night went by

Shepherds were watch­ing; when on their sight

Suddenly burst a glo­ri­ous light;

Lo

from the heav­ens

an an­gel fair

Came with a mes­sage to meet them there;

While they were tremb­ling with fear and dread

These were the words that the an­gel said:

Tidings

good tid­ings of joy I bring

Christ is born

who is Lord and king;

This was the an­gel’s won­der­ful song;

Sing it again

and the notes pro­long.

This

said the an­gel

shall be the sign:

Laid in a man­ger

the Babe di­vine

Ye in the ci­ty may soon be­hold—

City of Dav­id

the place fore­told.

Suddenly then with the an­gel bright

Multitudes fair of the hosts of light

Hasten their ju­bi­lant notes to raise

Joining their chor­us of joy and praise.

Into the ci­ty where Christ was born

Hastened the shep­herds at ear­ly morn:

There

in the man­ger

they saw the Child

Holy

and harm­less and un­de­filed.

Come! Let us seek Him who came to earth;

Let us re­joice in His low­ly birth;

Spread the good news of the Sav­ior’s love;

Join the glad song of the hosts above.