A glory fills the midnight sky
and splendors blaze abroad,
a herald sent from God on high,
the angel of the Lord;
the shepherds tremble at his voice
and terror-struck are dumb,
but at his news let earth rejoice,
her promised King has come.
And in the East a shining star,
a portent to the wise,
will lead the Magi from afar
to where the Savior lies;
for each has come a king to see
and each his treasure brings
to where, enthroned on Mary's knee,
they find the King of kings.
This homeless child to shepherds shown,
an infant king new-born,
has come to make a cross his throne,
his crown a crown of thorn;
the Son of God to save us all,
to bear our earthly pains,
this child within the cattle-stall
a King of glory reigns!