1 Softly the night is falling
On Bethlehem’s fair hill;
Silent the shepherds watching,
Their gentle flocks are still.

Chorus:
Glory, glory,
Sand the holy voices from the sky;
Glory, glory,
Gory be to God on high.

2 Come with the joyful shepherds,
Leaving their peaceful fold;
Come with the wisemen bringing
Their incense, myrrh and gold. [Chorus]

3 Ye who are worn and weary,
Come with the cradle-throng;
Bring Him your heart’s devotion,
Join in the angel’s song. [Chorus]