Across the Templed Hills

Now sweeps a song of so­lemn joy

Across the tem­pled hills;

From ser­aph harps sweet mu­sic floats

That earth and Heav­en thrills.

Hark the song

glad song

Overflowing all the earth!

Hark the an­them sweet

Bringing news of Je­sus’ birth!

While the mid­night skies

With a won­drous beau­ty glow

Comes the Christ-Child to dwell be­low.

The tune­ful notes still ring afar

Like bells that gai­ly chime

Thro’ moon­lit skies

from star to star

To hail the Christ­mas-time.

We hear again the bliss­ful strain

The mes­sage breathed once more;

All glo­ry be to God! we cry

Whose name our souls ad­ore.