1. Hark! what sounds are sweetly stealing,
Soft thro' Bethlehem's midnight air?
Louder yet, and louder peeling,
Angel accents sure are there.
2. See! A light from heav'n is streaming,
Night and darkness quit the plain;
See! An angel brightly beaming,
Followed by a radiant train.
3. "Fear not, shepherds! Glad my story,
Tidings of the greatest joy;
Christ is born, the Lord of Glory!
I proclaim a Saviour nigh."
4. Thus the angel, then ascending,
Seeks again the realms of light;
Now the [Chorus] faintly ending,
All is silence, all is night.