Hark! a burst of heavenly music,
From a band of seraphs bright,
Suddenly to earth descending,
In the calm and silent night:
To the shepherds of Judea,

Watching in the earliest dawn,
Lo, they bear the joyful tidings,
Jesus, Prince of Peace is born!
Chorus.-Sweet and clear those angel voices,
Echoing through the starry sky,
As they chant the heavenly chorus,
"Glory be to God on high."

Slumbering in a lowly manger
Lies the Master of us all,
And before the holy Stranger

See the trembling shepherds fall.
He has come, the long-expected,
Full of wisdom, love and grace,
Come to help us weary mortals,
Come to bless our human race.
Chorus. So let angels wake the chorus,
So let happy men reply;
Chanting the celestial anthem,
"Glory be to God on high."

And this joyful Christmas morning
Breaking o'er the world below,
Tells again the wondrous story
Shepherds heard so long ago;
Who shall still our tuneful voices,
Who the tide of praise shall stem,
Which the blessed angels taught us
In the fields of Bethlehem?

Chorus.-Hark! we hear again the chorus,
Ringing through the starry sky;
And we join the heavenly anthein,
'Glory be to God on high !"