Th'Almighty spake, and Gabriel sped,
Upborne on wings of light,
Jehovah's glory round him spread,
And chang'd to day, the night.

Swift down to earth th'archangel flew,
From God's eternal throne;
His shining robe of rainbow hue,
The star, moon, sun, outshone.

Ten thousand thousand left the sky,
To catch salvation's sound;
One note of peace was heard on high,
Glad tidings roll'd around.

Shout, shout for joy; rejoice, O earth,
All hail, All hail, this glorious morn,
Remoice! rejoice in Jesus' birth,
To day are nations born.

"From Zion's hill to worlds above
Reecho back the strain,
And Golden harps, attun'd to love,
Thus swept Ephrathah's plain.

"He comes! He comes! The Saviour God.
Good will, peace peace, joy for men.
Glad tidings shout to all abroad,
amen, amen, amen, amen.