1 Shadows on the hills were falling, in the quiet and calm of the night,
Softly were the night winds calling in the glow of the stars’ silver light;
Suddenly a new Star’s glory drove the night and darkness away,
Angles sang a wondrous story of a Child who was born on that day.

Refrain:
“Glory!” hear the angels singing, bending near,
“Glory,” hear their music ringing sweet and clear,
“Glory!” how the Christmas story echoes still—
“Glory in the highest, glory! peace! goodwill!”

2 Shepherds in the fields abiding, keeping watch o’er their flocks thro’ the night,
In the sheltered pastures hiding, were awaiting the morn’s early light,
When they heard the angels singing as they came from the heavens afar,
Happy Christmas tidings bringing in the radiant light of the Star. [Refrain]

3 Softly o’er the world’s long pages shines the Star its wonderful light,
Sweetly o’er the passing ages comes the song that was heard in the night,
Ever shall the starlight glisten in the hearts that to Jesus belong,
Ever, if we only listen, we shall hear the refrain of the song. [Refrain]