Song of the Ages

Floating down­ward through the mid­night

Bursts a glo­ri­ous tide of song;

Angel voic­es tuned to sweet­ness

Roll the migh­ty wave along.

Glory

glo­ry in the high­est!

Peace on earth

good-will to men;

Down the ag­es roll the tid­ings

Mortals shout a loud Amen.

Shepherds watch­ful guard are keep­ing

Over their flocks this star­lit night

Wondering at the break­ing glo­ry

And the an­gel song so bright.

Sweetly led to Beth­le­hem’s man­ger

Viewing there the new­born Child

Light of light! and hope of ag­es!

God and man

now re­con­ciled.