Bright, bright, in sil­ver light,
The morn­ing stars were shin­ing;
And shep­herds watch­ing o’er their flocks,
Were on their staves re­clin­ing,
Were on their staves re­clin­ing.

Clear, clear, so ve­ry near,
A burst of mu­sic sound­ing;
That flocks and shep­herds rose at once,
With swell­ing hearts re­bound­ing,
With swell­ing hearts re­bound­ing.

Loud, loud, the chor­us grew,
Till all the air was swell­ing;
And from the hea­vens came a voice,
That heav’n­ly news was tell­ing,
That heav’n­ly news was tell­ing.

Joy! Joy! Your Lord is born!
The hea­ven­ly voice was say­ing
While kneel­ing on the fros­ty ground,
The shep­herds all were praying,
The shep­herds all were pray­ing.

Peace, peace, on earth be peace,
Good will to bro­thers greet­ing;
Arise, and hast­en to the Babe,
Fast in the sta­ble sleep­ing,
Fast in the sta­ble sleep­ing.

Praise, praise, to God be praise,
And glo­ry in the high­est;
All praise to Thee, O new­born Babe,
Who in the man­ger li­est,
Who in the man­ger li­est.

Praise, praise, the Spir­it praise,
The ho­ly Dove des­cend­ing;
Who, with the Fa­ther and the Son,
Shall reign through days un­end­ing,
Shall reign through days un­end­ing.