Whispering Winds Softly Sighing

Whispering winds soft­ly sigh­ing

day­light dy­ing

Stars thro’ the low-bend­ing heav­ens slow­ly creep;

Fluttering wings of the an­gels swift des­cend­ing

Beautiful chor­als awak­ing earth from sleep.

Hail Him! hail Him! Je­sus the ho­ly.

Hallelujah

sing un­to His name;

Now and ev­er­more the same

Hail Him with glad­ness

His pow­er pro­claim.

Lullabies ten­der­ly swell­ing

sweet­ly tell­ing

Jesus the pro­mised Mes­si­ah

draw­eth near;

Hushed into won­der­ing si­lence

shep­herds list­en

Glory light stream­ing around them

bright and clear.

Silvery ech­oes are ring­ing

good news bring­ing

Blending with songs of the an­gels far away

Breathing their sto­ry of glad­ness through the still­ness

Hail to the Sav­ior most ho­ly

born to­day.