The Echoed Song

Softly down the lapse of ag­es

Comes the echo soft and low;

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Of the song in Beth­l’em car­oled

Now two thou­sand years ago!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!

Glory! glo­ry!

Sweeter car­ol ne’er was sound­ed

Than in Beth­le­hem was sung.

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Glory in the hig­hest

glo­ry!

Christ the Lord is born to­day!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Chime

ye Christ­mas bells

the sto­ry

Let the child­ren join the lay!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Ah! the ech­oes from the mount­ain!

And on moon­lit Ga­li­lee!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

Never woke to sweet­er mu­sic

Than that Christ­mas me­lo­dy!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

We can bring no east­ern trea­sure

With their in­cense rare and sweet!

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)

But our hearts

with love o’er­flow­ing

We will lay at Je­sus’ feet.

(Glory in the high­est

glo­ry!)