Classic Poem

1. Hark! hark! with harps of gold, What anthem do they sing?
2. " Glory to God! " repeat The glad earth and the sea;
The radiant clouds are backward rolled, And angels smite the string.
And every wind and billow fleet, Bears on the jubilee.
Glory to God; bright wings, Spread glistening and afar,
Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew seer hath trod,
And on the hallowed rapture rings, From circling star to star.
Each holy spot hath found a tongue, " Let glory be to God. "

3. Soft swells the music now,
Along the shining choir,
And every seraph bends his brow,
And breathes above his lyre.
What words of heavenly birth,
Thrill deep our hearts again
And fall like dew drops to the earth,
" Peace and good will to men. "

4. Soft! yet the soul is bound
With rapture, like a chain;
Earth, vocal, whispers them around,
And heaven repeats the strain.
Sound, harps, and hail the morn,
With every golden string;
For unto us this day is born,
A Saviour and a King.