| Glory in the highest! Hark, what angels sing: Was there e'er such music Borne on rising wing? See, the gates of heaven On their portals rise, And the song that charms us Comes from Paradise. | | Glory in the highest! Christ our Lord is born; Hail His glorious advent On this happy morn; Ages long have waited 'Mid their brooding ills; Now the herald-voices Wake the silent hills. | | 73 Herdsmen in their watching Lift their eyes amazed; Sages from the sunland At the starlight gazed; And they bear their treasures, Gold for diadem, Meet to crown the Monarch Born at Bethlehem. | | Glory in the highest! With the sages bring What is best and fairest For an offering; Lay before the manger Where the Infant lies, All your heart's devotion, Love's best sacrifice. | |