Christmas Morning

1 Soft the light of ear­ly morn­ing,
Fell o’er hills of far Ju­dea,
While ’midst glo­ries of the dawn­ing,
Thrilled thro’ earth—"The King is here!"
Shepherds gazed in awe and won­der,
Wise men, eag­er tra­veled on,
Angel hosts thro’ clouds asun­der,
Singing, came, "Lo, Christ is born."
Glory to God in the high­est.

2 See! an­gel­ic hosts ad­vanc­ing,
Glorious in their bright ar­ray;
Light ce­les­ti­al from them glanc­ing,
Where the Babe in man­ger lay.
Bethl’hem’s Babe in won­drous fa­shion
Came from Heav’n God’s will to do,
Saves man­kind from sin and pas­sion;
Glorious news, for­ev­er new.
Glory to God in the high­est.

3 Sing "Ho­san­na in the high­est,
Peace on earth, good will to men."
Sing "Ho­sanna in the high­est,"
Christmas day is come again.
Hail! to Thee, Thou Prince of Peace,
Earth for Thee has wait­ed long,
Since from Heav’n Thou hast re­lease,
Reign, to con­quer ev­ery wrong.
Glory to God in the high­est.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16074

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