There Were Whisperings in the Heavens

There were whis­per­ings in the heav­ens

There were mur­mur­ings in the clouds;

There were harp-tones full of sweet­ness

From the joy­ous an­gel crowds;

There were songs from ho­ly voic­es

There was bright­ness o’er the morn

And all na­ture thrilled with glad­ness

When our Sav­ior

Christ

was born.

It was in a lone­ly man­ger

Where the Son of God was laid

And did naught of gran­deur com­fort

That pure ho­ly mo­ther maid;

But in still­ness and in beau­ty

While the shep­herds round ad­ored

Slept in love and lov­ing ten­der­est

Virgin mo­ther and her Lord.

And the an­gels

ho­ver­ing

guard­ed

Him with love-ex­tend­ed wing

Sweetly sing­ing hope for sin­ners

And of glo­ry to their king.

Let us learn to love like Je­sus

And like Him for sor­rows mourn

Nor for­get ’twas God who loved us

When our Sav­ior

Christ

was born.