GLORY shone o'er Bethlehem's plains, Angel bands in joyful strains Sung beneath the midnight sky "Glory be to God on high! Peace on earth, good will to men"— Sound it to earth's farthest ken. Ah! not yet our Bands of Hope May with angel minstrels cope; Yet to yonder crystal dome, While the cry was still they come, See five thousand children throng. Hark! responsive to the song Of the angels, swelling high, Thrilling anthems greet the sky. Blessed echo to the strains Sung of old o'er Bethlehem's plains— Sing, ye youthful minstrels, sing, Till the aisles and arches ring; Sing, bright angels! hover nigh, Glory be to God on high. Peace on earth, to men good will! Strains your songs re-echo still— Sing the holy Infant's name, Who that night to Bethlehem came; Angel singers hailed His birth With songs of joy and sacred mirth. Bands of Hope take up the strain, Sing aloud, more loud again, Till it reach earth's farthest ken— "Peace on earth, good will to men." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER SPRING MORNING by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT TO - by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION by ROBERT BURNS THE LARK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |