tr., John Brownlie
8,8,8,8,8,8 Trochaic
I
Hark! upon the morning breezes,
In the darkness, ere the waking,
Music sweet the senses pleases,
Soft upon the stillness breaking; --
|Glory, Glory!| this the singing,
Welcome to Immanuel bringing.
II
Shepherds at their watch beholding
Angels clad in glistening whiteness,
Heard the wondrous news unfolding
'Mid that dazzling scene of brightness; --
|Glory, Glory!| peace, and kindness,
Light is breaking on our blindness.
III
Glorious morn! The sun uprising,
Shone upon a world rejoicing;
God is with us, truth surprising;
List to song the message voicing, --
|Glory, Glory!| ages told it,
Heavenly voices now unfold it.
IV
God adored, our nature wearing!
Ah, such condescending meekness!
Stooping to a world despairing,
Full of pity for our weakness; --
|Glory, Glory!| praises swelling,
God hath made with man His dwelling.