John Brownlie (trans.) · 29 of 99

29: Hark! upon the morning breezes

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.

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.

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.

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.