The Anthem the Angels Were Singing

The an­them the an­gels were sing­ing

O’er Beth­le­hem’s plains long ago

Still down through the ag­es ring­ing

The com­fort of mill­ions be­low;

The an­them of joy and sal­va­tion

Of love to a sin-strick­en race

To ev­ery kin­dred and na­tion

Good will from the Fa­ther of peace.

The star which the wise men was guid­ing

O’er far dist­ant lands long ago

Is still in the heav­ens abid­ing

The ho­ly child Je­sus to show;

Inviting the world to ad­ore Him

To bow like the ma­gi of old

And cast down their trea­sures be­fore Him

The heart’s pur­est in­cense and gold.

We ga­ther this fes­tiv­al ev­en­ing

Our Lord and our Sav­ior to seek

With gar­lands His tem­ple adorn­ing

With prais­es His good­ness to speak

Far more than the shep­herd or wise men

We long the dear Sav­ior to see

For He has said: Suf­fer the child­ren

The child­ren to come un­to Me.