1 Floating o'er Judea's plains, And down the echoing height, Hark, the love-evangel strains Are blending with the night, Angel voices from the sky With music fill each vale and glen: "Glory be to God on high, On earth, good will to men."
2 Still is heard the shepherd's quest That rose to Bethlehem's walls, Burdened with a great unrest, The world for Christ still calls, From the vales and hills He trod, Still rings the song that ne'er shall cease: "Glory, glory be to God, To men, good will and peace."
3 Evermore that wondrous strain The door of hope unbars, Whether in the cloistered fane Or 'neath the Syrian stars, Sing the joy-notes once again, And let them echo to the sky: "Peace on earth, good will to men, Glory to God on high."
4 Angel harps, our souls inspire With grace to conquer wrong, Fill us with a deep desire To live the angel song, Till the life of love be found In every land beneath the sky, Till the whole wide world resound: "Glory to God on high."
| Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #129 (1917) |