Classic Poem

Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches forth
Her silver-mantled plains.

Celestial choirs from courts above
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.

O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

Glory to God!' the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
Peace on the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!’

Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Prince of Peace is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.