As the World Around Was Sleeping

As the world around was sleep­ing

In the calm and si­lent night;

While the shep­herds watch were keep­ing

Came an an­gel robed in light.

Gazing on his match­less splen­dor

They were trou­bled and dis­mayed;

But in ac­cents kind and ten­der

Soon He said

Be not afraid.

Lo! to you I bring good tid­ings

Words of peace to all your race;

For in Beth­le­hem abid­ing

Now is born the Prince of Grace.

Would you know the roy­al Strang­er?

By this sign you may be sure:

Ye shall find Him in a man­ger

Wrapped in swad­dling gar­ments poor.

Hark! Heav­en’s hosts take up the sto­ry

Praising God o’er Beth­le­hem’s plain;

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry;

Peace on earth

good will to men.

We would join the rap­tu­rous sto­ry

Swell the an­gels’ lof­ty strain

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry;

Worthy is the Lamb once slain.