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
|First Line:||Th' Almighty spake, and Gabr'el sped|
|Title:||Glad Tidings of great Joy|
|Topic:||The Nativity of the Savior, Celebrated by Angels and Men|