Glory in the high­est!
Hark, what an­gels sing:
Was there e’er such mu­sic
Borne on ris­ing wing?
See, the gates of Hea­ven
On their por­tals rise,
And the song that charms us
Comes from pa­ra­dise.

Glory in the high­est!
Christ our Lord is born;
Hail His glo­ri­ous ad­vent
On this hap­py morn;
Ages long have wait­ed
’Mid their brood­ing ills;
Now the her­ald-voic­es
Wake the si­lent hills.

Herdsmen in their watch­ing
Lift their eyes am­azed;
Sages from the sun­land
At the star­light gazed;
And they bear their trea­sures,
Gold for dia­dem,
Meet to crown the mon­arch
Born at Beth­le­hem.

Glory in the high­est!
With the sag­es bring
What is best and fair­est
For an of­fer­ing;
Lay before the man­ger
Where the In­fant lies,
All your heart’s de­vo­tion,
Love’s best sac­ri­fice.