Clear upon the night air sound­ing,
Sweetly ec­ho­ing o’er the plain;
Fell the an­gel voice an­nounc­ing,
Christ is born in Beth­le­hem.
Clearer, sweet­er, swelled the chorus,
From the an­gel host around,
Glory, glo­ry in the high­est,
And on earth good will abound.
As the an­gels sing we sing,
Glory to the new­born King.

Refrain

And our songs we’ll ne­ver cease
Glory to the Prince of Peace!
Glory to the Prince of Peace!

Prophets told the won­drous story
Of the fu­ture King and Lord;
Who from up­per realms of glo­ry
Should des­cend our Light and Word.
But they knew not all His bright­ness,
Nor the full­ness of His grace,
Could not join the heav’n­ly chorus,
Nor the song of tri­umph raise.
As the an­gels sang we sing,
Glory to our God and king.

Refrain

We who know the lov­ing Sav­ior,
Who have found the last­ing peace;
Who have heard His voice ce­les­ti­al,
Bidding all our sor­rows cease;
We can raise the song of tri­umph,
With th’an­gel­ic host pro­claim,
Glory, glo­ry in the high­est!
Christ is born in Beth­le­hem.
As the an­gels sang we sing,
Glory to our God and king.

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