The Shepherds of Bethlehem (Cushing)

They were watch­ing on the hill­sides

For the com­ing day

With the star­ry folds of night above them spread;

When a glo­ry flashed around them

like a ray

Thro’ the pear­ly por­tals on them shed.

Glory to God in the high­est

Came float­ing down the air;

Glory to God in the high­est!

Seemed ring­ing ev­ery­where;

Glory

glo­ry

oh child­ren

Come sing that song again

Glory to God in the high­est!

Good will and peace to men.

Louder swell the joy­ful an­thems

From the an­gel throng;

Over hill and vale the strains en­chant­ed float;

See the won­der­ing shep­herds list­en­ing to the song

Trembling

yet re­joic­ing at the sight!

Oh

the joy­ful

joy­ful tid­ings!

For to you is born

Christ the won­drous Sav­ior and the migh­ty King;

Hail

ye wait­ing na­tions

hail the joy­ous morn!

Happy tid­ings now to earth we bring.