Hymn For Christmas



Oh! lovely voices of the sky

Which hymned the Saviour's birth,

Are ye not singing still on high,

Ye that sang, Peace on earth?

To us yet speak the strains

Wherewith, in time gone by,

Ye blessed the Syrian swains,

Oh! voices of the sky!

Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams

That hour Heaven's glory shed,

Around the palms, and o'er the streams,

And on the shepherd's head.

Be near, through life and death,

As in that holiest night

Of hope, and joy, and faith--

Oh! clear and shining light!