On a Christmas morning bright,
Angels white, clothed in light,
Sang beneath the vaulted sky,
Glory to God on high;
Then a light, exceeding bright,
Shone o’er Judea’s plain;
And again was heard the strain,
Peace, good will to men.

Shepherds watching there by night,
Saw the light, shining bright;
Caught the echoes passing by,
Glory to God on high;
Peace on earth at Jesus’ birth,
Was mingled with the strain;
And to men good will again,
Glory to God on high.

And the echoes rising clear,
Still we hear, year by year,
Infant voices shouting high,
Glory to God on high;
Peace and love from God above,
Came down at Jesus’ birth;
Let the song be borne along,
Round the listening earth.

On the brightest of all days,
Let us raise, song of praise,
Join the chorus of the sky,
Glory to God on high;
Glory, glory, oh, the story,
All around proclaim;
Christ was born on Christmas morn,
Glory to His name.