J. Montgomery
1. Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o' er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
/:Gloria in excelsis Deo.:/
Shepherds in the field abiding
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant Light:
Gloria ...
Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of Nations;
Ye have seen his natal star.
Gloria ...
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear:
Gloria ...
Though an infant now we view him,
He shall fill his Father's throne.
Gather all the nations to him,
Every knee shall then bow down.
Gloria ...
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