1 Angels are bringing news in the morning; splendour from heaven lights up the sky. Can we envisage Bethlehem's baby grown up to manhood, led out to die? 2 Angels are telling: Now he is risen! See where they laid him empty it stands. Can we believe it till we have seen him, till he has shown us scars on his hands? 3 Angels are calling: Christ is returning! Day of our judgement dawning at last. Can we imagine how we shall face him, fearing the future, fleeing the past? 4 Lord of the angels, baby no longer, Star of our morning, shine on our way. Crucified Saviour, risen Redeemer, King of all glory, save us today!