Lyrics
Calm on the list'ning ear of night, Come heaven's melodious strains. Where wild Judea stretches far, Her silver-mantled plains.
Celestial choirs from courts above shed sacred glories there: And angels with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. The answ'ring hills of Palestine, Send back the glad reply. And greet from all their holy heights, The Dayspring from on high. O'er the blue depths of Galilee, There comes a holier calm. And Sharon waves in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies, Loud with their anthemns ring. Peace to the earth, good will to men, From heaven's eternal King. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains, Breaks the first Christmas morn.
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