1 They were watching on the hillsides,
For the coming day,
With the starry folds of night above them spread;
When a glory flashed around them, like a ray,
Thro’ the pearly portals on them shed.

Refrain:
"Glory to God in the highest,"
Came floating down the air;
"Glory to God in the highest!"
Seemed ringing everywhere;
"Glory, glory," oh children,
Come sing that song again,
"Glory to God in the highest!
Good will and peace to men."

2 Louder swell the joyful anthems
From the angel throng;
Over hill and vale the strains enchanted float;
See the wondering shepherds listening to the song,
Trembling, yet rejoicing at the sight! [Refrain]

3 Oh, the joyful, joyful tidings!
For to you is born,
Christ the wondrous Savior and the mighty King;
Hail, ye waiting nations, hail the joyous morn!
Happy tidings now to earth we bring. [Refrain]