Upon Judea’s Midnight Plains

Upon Ju­dea’s mid­night plains

The shep­herds watched of old;

When lo! from Heav­en

ser­aph­ic strains

Of joy and tri­umph rolled.

Now dawns the bliss­ful ad­vent morn

With lov­ing voice they sing.

Today

to all man­kind

is born

A Sav­ior and a king.

Still

still

’tis ours the hymn to hear

That swept o’er Is­ra­el’s plain.

Loud swells the an­them—sphere to sphere

In joy re­peats the strain.

Where’er Thy Spir­it

Lord

is shrined

The in­ward Christ is born;

The an­gel strains in heart and mind

Proclaim the ad­vent morn.