Glory to God in the highest rings,
The shining cohorts cry;
Their thousand wings eclipse the stars,
Their anthem storms the sky.

Glory to God! Let seraphs blaze,
Let morning stars accord;
The courts of light with thunder shake
To laud the sovereign Lord.

Glory to God! His throne is set
Above the crystal sea;
All heaven bows, all worlds beneath
Proclaim His majesty.

And on earth peace—His heralds sing—
The Prince of Peace is born;
The sword is sheathed, the curse undone,
This victorious morn.

Good will toward men! The favour falls
Like dew on Zion’s hill;
The guilty hear the voice of love,
The wounded heart is still.

Glory to God! The song ascends
From manger-cradled sod,
And swells through time, and bursts the grave,
And thrones the risen God.

Glory to God in the highest—still
The ransomed hosts repeat;
Peace reigns on earth, good will abides,
The triumph is complete.

Amen, amen! Let ages roll,
Let empires rise and fall;
This strain alone shall never die—
All glory be to God of all!