Down from the Skies

Down from the skies bend­ing low o’er the man­ger

White robed ce­les­ti­als ador­ing­ly throng;

Hark! for they her­ald a heav­en­ly strang­er;

Hasten

ye mor­tals

to join in their song.

Little child­ren lisp His grace

Youthful voic­es sound His praise;

Men and ang­els raise your loud ho­san­nas to His name;

Oceans with your full­ness roar

Earth re­sound from shore to shore

Hallelujah to the Lamb.

Hail Him

ye shep­herds

ad­ore Him

ye sag­es

Ho! wait­ing Is­ra­el still faith­ful

though few;

Gentiles

Oh list to the voice of the ag­es

Lo! a de­liv’rer is com­ing to you.

Dark is the path­way be­fore Him and drea­ry

Onward it leads to the cross and the grave;

Cheerful He treads it though faint­ing and wea­ry

Thus

on­ly thus

He His loved ones can save.

Weep not

O strick­en ones

when shall en­fold Him

All the deep dark­ness of Cal­va­ry’s gloom;

Soon

soon your tear blind­ed eyes shall be­hold Him

Walking a God from the gates of the tomb.