As the shep­herds watched at mid­night
On the hills so far away,
Suddenly a light shone ’round them,
Turning mid­night in­to day.
Then each heart was filled with won­der,
For they could not un­der­stand
Why the an­gel host that ga­thered
Brought to them such mu­sic grand.

Refrain

Angels, sing your sweet re­frain—
Glory in the high­est, glo­ry!
Tell the wait­ing earth your sto­ry
Of the Christ who came to reign.
Sing—sing that sweet song again,
Earth and sky re­peat the sto­ry—
Glory in the high­est, glo­ry!
On earth peace, good will to men.

All the earth was clothed with beau­ty
When there came that an­gel throng,
Every heart was filled with glad­ness
As they list­ened to the song;
Never had they heard such mu­sic,
Or be­held such won­drous light,
Filling all the earth with glo­ry,
As the an­gel brought that night.

Refrain

Though we could not hear the an­gels
Singing forth their glad re­frain;
We can ce­le­brate His birth­day
As it comes to us again.
We can, like the shep­herds, wor­ship,
Lay our lives at Je­sus’ feet;
With our hearts we can ad­ore Him
And the an­gels’ song re­peat.

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