The Angel Song – Rolling Downward, Through The Midnight, Comes A Glorious Burst Of Heav’Nly Song
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heav’nly song;
‘Tis a chorus full of sweetness
And the singers are an angel throng.
Glory! glory in the highest!
On the earth goodwill and peace to men!
Down the ages send the echo;
Let the glad earth shout again!
Wond’ring shepherds see the glory,
Hear the word the shining ones declare;
At the manger fall in worship,
While the music fills the quiv’ring air.
Christ the Savior, God’s Anointed,
Comes to earth our fearful debt to pay
Man of sorrows, and rejected,
Lamb of God, that takes our sin away.