The Song of Angels.

HARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices— Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy;— "Glory in the highest, glory— Glory be to God most high!

"Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven; Loud our golden harps shall sound.

"Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth his praises sing: Oh! receive whom God appointed, For your prophet, priest, and king.

"Hasten, mortals to adore him, Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him,— Glory be to God most high!"