1 When first this matchless story
The midnight silence stirred,
Caroled by angels holy,
By awestruck shepherds heard,
Seeking the King of glory,
Led by prophetic star,
With gifts and homage lowly,
Came magi from afar.

2 And now in every nation,
And told in every tongue,
This story of salvation,
From pole to pole is sung;
Still would we tell this story,
Still sing the song we love,
Of glory, glory, glory,
With ransomed saints above.