The sleepy fields, ablaze with holy light,
Joined in the song for which they had been made.
Then glory seen and heard made day from night
And made those poor shepherds very afraid.
“Don’t be afraid,” the Angel proudly called,
“Not wrath but joy I bring to all the earth:
In David’s Town, nearby, in cattle stall–
Good news!–I tell you of Messiah’s birth!”
The highest glory be to God on high,
For peace on earth He gives to sinful men;
For sinners, though unworthy in His sight
Can sing their destined song of praise to Him.