It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The bless
Sing to Jesus,Lord of our shame- the thought of singing about the angels singing about Jesus,Heaven’s all-gracious King and us singing from our sin-altered state is kind of glorious,isn’t it? We are singing together ,but our songs are in different keys,our focus on the same Lord, but from different strata, it truly does give one the chills.
Thanks again Ally, for giving me a new perspective on this glorious song of old.
Just catching up on your hymns, Allyson. I’ve enjoyed each and every post! It’s a wonderful series!
K