Glory to God in the Highest!
Many, many years ago,
A star shone on earth below.
Proclaiming Messiah’s birth.
A night of peace and of mirth.
Angles to shepherds appeared.
At the sight the herdsmen feared.
His praise the heav’nly host sang.
With their song the heavens rang;
Glory to God in the Highest!
The earth shall no more weep and mourn.
Glory to God in the Highest!
Unto us a Savior is born!
The wisemen came from afar,
Guided by His natal star.
Gold, frankincense, myrrh to bring;
Gifts for a child, yet a King.
A King indeed! Son of God.
Yet as man on earth He trod.
He came His Word to fulfill,
And obey His Father’s will.
Hosanna, Son of the Highest!
Healing the sick, the blind, the lame.
Hosanna, Son of the Highest!
Glory, praise, and laud to His name.
With selfless love for others,
He served sisters and brothers.
He washed His apostles’ feet;
As every need He did meet.
At the garden He did pray—
Knowing it was His last day.
On His back our stripes were laid.
With His blood our debts were paid.
Spotless Lamb, our Lord and Savior!
Innocent yet condemned to die.
Spotless Lamb, our Lord and Savior!
Now lifted up in heav’n on high!
After the veil he had rent,
A Comforter he hath sent:
To guide us to do His will;
And preserve us from ill.
And when He shall come again,
To judge the souls of men,
Oh, that He not find us slack!
As His grace we do not lack.
The Lord, he is the Good Shepherd!
He giveth His life for the sheep.
The Lord, he is the Good Shepherd!
Blessed are the souls in His keep!
H. R
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