Let the songs of earth arise,
mounting upward to the skies,
voices joined in grateful praise
for the love that crowns our days.
Long ago the stars of light
pierced the darkness of the night,
heard the angel voice proclaim
glory to God's holy name.
Sages watching eastern skies
saw a greater star arise;
gathered gifts and made their way
to a child amid the hay;
found God's glory come to earth
in the miracle of birth,
in a father's strong embrace,
in a mother's shining face.
Shepherds in the fields at night
found their darkness turned to light;
heard angelic voices sing
of a more than earthly king;
one whose love would rule the earth
through the gift of second birth
and the reign of peace extend
unto earth's remotest end.
Still today we see the star,
worshipers from near and far;
still we hear the angel's song
though the night be dark and long.
Ever in our hearts a voice
sounds the summons to rejoice;
calls us to a life of praise
for the loves that crowns our days.