134 8s & 7s. Chorus of the angels. Luke 2:14. Hark! what joyful notes are swelling On the quiet midnight air! ’Tis the voice of angels telling, Jesus comes our sins to bear! Now the music, in its gladness, Breaks and swells, and glides along! Now, earth, waking from her sadness, Joins the chorus of the song! Glory in the highest heaven! Peace on earth, good-will to man! Let all praise to God be given, For Redemption’s glorious plan! 2 See all darkness disappearing, As the star begins to rise! Sin and death stand trembling, fearing, As the light falls on their eyes: Now, again, the earth rejoices, Satan’s powerful kingdom shakes, As, from all the heavenly voices, Louder still the chorus breaks! Glory in the highest heaven! etc. 3 Rise and shine, Star of Salvation! Spread thy beams o’er all the earth, Till each distant land and nation Owns and speaks thy matchless worth! Till all tongues, thy praises singing, Shall thy mighty wonders tell, Till all heaven with joy is ringing, As our hearts the chorus swell: Glory in the highest heaven! etc. 4 When our days on earth are ended, And we rise to worlds above, Then our songs shall all be blended In one song of pardoning love! Then we’ll tell the wondrous story, And our blesséd Lord adore; In our home of bliss and glory We shall sing for evermore! Glory in the highest heaven! Sound aloud the joyful strain! Glory to the Lamb be given, Who for sinners once was slain! 135 8s & 7s. Hark! what mean those holy voices? Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th’ angelic host rejoices! Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story, Hear them chant in hymns of joy— “Glory to the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high! 3 “Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven!” Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 “Christ is born, the great anointed; Heaven and earth his praises sing; O receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King! 5 “Haste, ye mortals, to adore him; Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him— “‘Glory be to God most high!’” 136 8s & 7s. Christ, the Saviour, born. Hail, thou long-expected Jesus! Born to set thy people free; From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel’s strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints, thou art; Longdesired of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart.