Hymn 159 |

Hymn 159

From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition


It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
The angels, bending near the earth,
Their wondrous story told
Of peace on earth, good will to men,
From heaven’s all-gracious King;
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

O ye beneath life’s crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.

For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold;
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King,
And all the world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

From the Christian Science Hymnal