Stars of Glory, Shine More Brightly

Stars of glo­ry

shine more bright­ly

Purer be the moon­light’s beam;

Glide ye hours and mo­ments light­ly

Swiftly down time’s deep­en­ing stream.

Bring the hour that ban­ished sad­ness

Brought re­demp­tion down to earth

When the shep­herds heard with glad­ness

Tidings of a Sav­ior’s birth.

See a beau­te­ous an­gel soar­ing

In the bright ce­les­ti­al blaze;

On the shep­herds low ador­ing

Rest his mild

ef­ful­gent rays.

Fear not—cries the heav­en­ly strang­er—

Him whom an­cient seers fore­told

Weeping in a lone­ly man­ger

Shepherds

haste ye to be­hold.

See the shep­herds quick­ly ris­ing

Hastening to the hum­ble stall

And the new­born In­fant priz­ing

As the migh­ty Lord of all;

Lowly now they bend be­fore Him

In His help­less in­fant state;

Firmly

faith­ful they ad­ore Him

And His great­ness ce­le­brate

Hark the swell of heav’n­ly voic­es

Peal along the vault­ed sky;

Angels sing

while earth re­joic­es—

Glory to our God on high;

Glory in the high­est heav­en

Peace to hum­ble men on earth;

Joy to these and bliss is giv­en

In the great Re­deem­er’s birth.