Classic Poem

Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo, th' angelic host rejoices,
Heav'nly hallelujahs rise.
Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy:
" Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God Most High! "

Peace on earth, goodwill from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven,
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heav'n and earth His praises sing!
Glad receive whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.

Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth,
Spread the brightness of His glory,
Till it cover all the earth.
Haste, ye mortals, to adore Him;
Learn His Name and taste His joy;
Till in heav'n ye sing before Him,
" Glory be to God Most High! "