1 Hark, the Heaven's sweet melody
Echoes now on earth,
And the bands of those on high
Sing the Virgin-Birth;
What mean ye, O ye passers-by,
Share ye not their mirth.
2 Shepherds watch their flocks by night;
Angel notes they hear;
Songs of glory in the height,
Peace and love brought near;
To us they sing, through Love's dear might;
Praise to CHRIST they bear.
3 Of His Birth the bright stars tell,
Pouring floods of light;
Shepherds seek out Bethlehem's cell,
All those stars in sight;
They find the King of Heaven where dwell
Ox and ass of right.
4 There, within the manger laid,
They their LORD descry:
We that Child of Mother-maid
Sing with praises high;
With homage, LORD, thus duly paid
We to Thee draw nigh.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #46