Christmas Carol

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8635

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #8635