The Flocks Were Wrapped in Slumber

The flocks were wrapped in slum­ber

All along the dewy ground

The shep­herds lay in si­lence

Keeping watch on all around.

They lit­tle thought such sight to see

Before their watch should cease

Now glo­ry be to God on high

And on the earth be peace.

The an­gel of the Lord came down

In floods of daz­zling light

Above the bright­ness of the sun

When he goes forth in might;

His voice

it was so won­drous sweet

It made their hearts to thrill

Now glo­ry be to God on high

And un­to men good­will.

Fear not

he said

I bring glad news;

In Da­vid’s town this morn

To you and all the world a Sav­ior

Christ the Lord

is born;

This day is born the Sav­ior Christ

To save us from all ill;

Now glo­ry be to God on high

And un­to men good­will.

Then op­ened Heav­en’s chan­cel

While the shep­herds gazed in fear

Out trooped the choir of an­gels;

Oh

the bless­ed­ness to hear!

And loud they sang as though the heav­ens

Were not enough to fill;

Now glo­ry be to God on high

And un­to men good­will.

Oh

praise the Lord of hosts who sent

His sing­ers sweet that night

From the ho­ly place of Heav­en

From the choir that needs no light;

Let love this ho­ly sea­son keep;

Let strife and tur­moil cease

And glo­ry be to God on high

And on the earth be peace.