Classic Poem

Riding upon the morning's wings,
The joyfull Aire Salvation sings,
Peace upon earth, tow'rds men good will,
Echo's from every vale and hill;
For why the Prince of Peace is come,
The glorious infant, who this morne
By a strange misterious birth
Was of his Virgin Mother borne,
To redeem the seed of Earth
From foule rebellion's heavy Doome.
Travell Magi of the East,
To adore this sacred guest;
And offer up with reverence,
Your gold, your Mirrhe and Frankinsense.
Cho.: Rise Happy Mortalls then and sing
Hosanna's to the Heavenly King.