Classic Poem

Glory be to God on high.
Sorrow's annoy
Thou shalt smite both hip and thigh
Hail, Babe of joy!

Peace on earth to honest men.
Sorrow shall cease.
Strife shall flee before Thy ken.
Hail, Babe of peace!

Glory be to God on high
Archangels' ditty.
Sun, that driest every eye.
Hail, Babe of pity!

Peace on earth to honest men.
Glorious morrow,
Brings us back to God again.
Hail, Babe of sorrow!