While the si­lent stars are keep­ing
Faithful watch o’er Beth­le­hem’s plains,
Hark! along the night breeze sweep­ing,
Angel harps and heav’n­ly strains:

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Glory, glo­ry in the high­est!
Peace on earth, good will from Hea­ven!
Glory, glo­ry in the high­est!
Glory to our God!

Shepherds, won­der­ing, view the glo­ry
Lighting up the mid­night sky,
While they list­en to the sto­ry
Of that heav’n­ly com­pa­ny:

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They are sing­ing of a Sav­ior,
Fondly hoped for, pro­mised long,
Lo! He comes with heav’n­ly fa­vor,
Mingles with the bu­sy throng.

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Comes to preach the great sal­va­tion,
Comes to wipe the mourn­er’s tears,
Comes to free each cap­tive na­tion,
Comes to ban­ish all our fears.

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Let us, then, our of­fer­ings bring­ing,
Bow be­fore Him and ad­ore—
Join the heav’n­ly host in sing­ing
Praise to Je­sus ev­er­more.

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