Glory in the Highest! (Thorne)

While the si­lent stars are keep­ing

Faithful watch o’er Beth­le­hem’s plains

Hark! along the night breeze sweep­ing

Angel harps and heav’n­ly strains:

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est!

Peace on earth

good will from Heav­en!

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est!

Glory to our God!

Shepherds

won­der­ing

view the glo­ry

Lighting up the mid­night sky

While they list­en to the sto­ry

Of that heav’n­ly com­pa­ny:

They are sing­ing of a Sav­ior

Fondly hoped for

pro­mised long

Lo! He comes with heav’n­ly fa­vor

Mingles with the bu­sy throng.

Comes to preach the great sal­va­tion

Comes to wipe the mourn­er’s tears

Comes to free each cap­tive na­tion

Comes to ban­ish all our fears.

Let us

then

our of­fer­ings bring­ing

Bow be­fore Him and ad­ore—

Join the heav’n­ly host in sing­ing

Praise to Je­sus ev­er­more.