The Distant Skies Are Beaming

The dist­ant skies are beam­ing

With twink­ling stars so bright

That by their dazz­ling gleam­ing

Now fades the si­lent night;

And an­gels clad with glo­ry

Descend up­on the earth

To tell the sac­red sto­ry

Of Jesus’ won­drous birth.

The Christ­mas tree is blazing

Its greet­ings through the night;

And hap­py folks are gaz­ing

With vi­sions in their sight;

And child­ren’s eyes are stream­ing

With tears of ra­diant joy;

And ev­ery heart is dream­ing

Of love with­out al­loy.

Thy sweet and hal­lowed sto­ry

O pre­cious Christmas-tide

Thy ho­ly bliss and glo­ry

May ever­more ab­ide!

No rich­er joy is giv­en

No pur­er peace on earth

Than which comes from Heav­en

By Je­sus’ won­drous birth.