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!