Rolling downward through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst
of heavenly song;
Tis a chorus full of sweetness—
And the singers are an angel throng.
" Glory ! glory ... in the highest"
On the earth good-will
and peace to men
Down the ages . . . send the echo;
Let the glad earth shout again!
Wondering shepherds see the glory,
Hear the word the shining ones declare;
At the manger fall in worship,
While the music fills the quivering air.
Christ the Saviour, God's Anointed,
Comes to earth our fearful debt to pay
Man of Sorrows, and rejected,
Lamb of God, that takes our sin away.