CXV. Glad Tidings of great Joy

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

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

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

4 Shout, shout for joy— rejoice, O earth:
Hail, hail this glorious morn;
Rejoice! rejoice, in Jesus' birth,
To day are nations born.

5 From Zion's hill to worlds above,
Re-echo'd back the strain;
And golden harps, attun'd to love,
Thus swept Ephratah's plain.

6 He comes! He comes! the Saviour God.
Good will, peace, joy for men.
Glad tidings shout to all abroad,
So be it, Lord— Amen

Text Information
First Line: Th' Almighty spake, and Gabr'el sped
Title: Glad Tidings of great Joy
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Nativity of the Savior, Celebrated by Angels and Men
Notes: Original
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