Classic Poem

There rose on the air a sweet, sweet song,
That told of a Saviour's birth;
The song of that pure and holy throng,
That bro't the good news to the earth.

Glad tidings of joy to man they bring:
" Your Saviour is born today. "
As angels the sweet, sweet song still sing,
We'll join in their heavenly lay.

Thro' mountain and vale the sweet song rang:
" Glad tidings of joy we bring. "
The mountain echoed the song they sang,
" Peace and good will to man. "

C HORUS

Jesus, our Saviour, we hail Thee as our King!
Jesus, our Saviour, to Thee our hearts we bring!
Hail! All hail! . . O hail the King of Glory!
Laud and magnify His Holy Name!