Bright Angel Hosts Are Heard On High

Bright angel hosts are heard on high

All sweetly singing o'er the plains;

While mountains echo in reply

The burden of their joyous strains.

Say, shepherds, why this jubilee,

What doth your rapturous mirth prolong?

Say, say what may the tidings be

Which still inspire that heav'nly song?

Come, come to Bethlehem, come and see

The Child whose birth the angels sing;

Come, come, adore on bended knee

The Infant Christ, the newborn King!

See, there within a manger laid

Jesus, the Lord of Heav'n and earth!

See, saints and angels lend their aid

To celebrate the Savior's birth!