1 Shepherds, watching on the plain,
Heard a strange, sweet story,
And a glad, angelic strain
From the choir of glory.
2 "Glory" was their theme that morn,
Peace on earth, from Heaven;
For to you a king is born,
And a Savior given.
3 Wise men journeyed far to bring—
His bright star espying—
Presents to the infant King,
In a manger lying.
4 We, O Savior! too, would bring
Gifts of love unfeigning,
To our prophet, priest and king,
Now in glory reigning.
5 Lord, accept our humble praise
From Thy throne low bending;
Hear with gracious ear the lays
From our lips ascending.
6 Tune our hearts with sweet accord
As we raise our voices,
Thus to praise the risen Lord,
In whom earth rejoices.
7 In His name and through His love,
Come we, gladly singing
Songs of praise, to float above—
Sweetly upward winging.
8 May we sing these songs of joy
Till earth ties shall sever!
Then Thy praise our tongues employ
In the blest forever.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11944