O’er the Hills of Old Judea

O’er the hills of old Ju­dea

Shines a light from Heav­en’s throne

Chiming bells ring in the glo­ri­ous

Morn of peace;

Earth is lost in joy­ful won­der

Angels bright ex­ult­ant sing

Of the Christ

whose reign of glad­ness

Ne’er shall cease.

Hail with joy the bless­èd com­ing

Of the King

Praise His name! let songs ex­ult­ant

Ever ring!

Hail with joy the bless­èd com­ing

Of the King

Our ho­ly Sav­ior king!

Dawns the hour so long ex­pect­ed—

Wake

ye lands to end­less praise

Shout aloud the bless­èd sto­ry

True and sweet;

In a lowly man­ger sleep­ing

Lies the Babe of Beth­le­hem;

Bow in wor­ship now be­fore

The Sav­ior’s feet.

Peace

good-will—the world is ring­ing

With the ev­er­last­ing song

God’s dear love still shines along

Our pil­grim way;

Throw your heart-doors glad­ly open

Hail with joy the King di­vine

Born to us again this ho­ly

Happy day.