THE ANGELIC CHORUS
By D. J. Donahoe
At midnight from the zenith burst a lightMore radiant and more beautiful than dawn,And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawnGazed upward in mute wonder on the sight;The stars sank back in pallor, and the skiesTrembled responsive to rich harmonies.And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid!I bear glad tidings; for this happy mornA Saviour and a King to man is born;He sleepeth in a manger lowly laid.”Then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain;“Glory to God on high and peace to men!”Soon from the skies the streaming light was gone,And Night and Silence rested on the hill;But the mute shepherds, looking upward still,Could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on.So evermore the listening world can hearThe Angelic Chorus ringing sweet and clear.
At midnight from the zenith burst a lightMore radiant and more beautiful than dawn,And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawnGazed upward in mute wonder on the sight;The stars sank back in pallor, and the skiesTrembled responsive to rich harmonies.And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid!I bear glad tidings; for this happy mornA Saviour and a King to man is born;He sleepeth in a manger lowly laid.”Then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain;“Glory to God on high and peace to men!”Soon from the skies the streaming light was gone,And Night and Silence rested on the hill;But the mute shepherds, looking upward still,Could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on.So evermore the listening world can hearThe Angelic Chorus ringing sweet and clear.
At midnight from the zenith burst a lightMore radiant and more beautiful than dawn,And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawnGazed upward in mute wonder on the sight;The stars sank back in pallor, and the skiesTrembled responsive to rich harmonies.
At midnight from the zenith burst a light
More radiant and more beautiful than dawn,
And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawn
Gazed upward in mute wonder on the sight;
The stars sank back in pallor, and the skies
Trembled responsive to rich harmonies.
And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid!I bear glad tidings; for this happy mornA Saviour and a King to man is born;He sleepeth in a manger lowly laid.”Then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain;“Glory to God on high and peace to men!”
And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid!
I bear glad tidings; for this happy morn
A Saviour and a King to man is born;
He sleepeth in a manger lowly laid.”
Then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain;
“Glory to God on high and peace to men!”
Soon from the skies the streaming light was gone,And Night and Silence rested on the hill;But the mute shepherds, looking upward still,Could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on.So evermore the listening world can hearThe Angelic Chorus ringing sweet and clear.
Soon from the skies the streaming light was gone,
And Night and Silence rested on the hill;
But the mute shepherds, looking upward still,
Could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on.
So evermore the listening world can hear
The Angelic Chorus ringing sweet and clear.