While Angels Sing

In a man­ger low

in cat­tle shed

Lo

the King of Heav­en lies;

While the twink­ling stars are look­ing down

On the King of earth and skies.

While the an­gels are sing­ing

A glad and glo­ri­ous lay

Telling of the King of kings

Who was born on Christ­mas Day;

Behold Him ly­ing so low­ly

In hum­ble man­ger bed

and the bright stars

Are soft­ly twink­ling ov­er His head.

(Repeat)

Over all the world His glo­ry shines

With a light that naught can dim;

And the rays of love that rise to­day

Shall bring all the world to Him.

Over all His reign shall be com­plete

When the glo­ry of His life

Shall awak­en chords of love that end

All the jar­ring tones of strife.