Classic Poem

Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace,
Good will toward men.
Glory, O Heaven, from world to world thou criest;
Peace thou, O Earth, from shore to shore repliest.
Earth lifts her face
To Heaven's embrace,
And Paradise, with countless tongues,
Renews the rapture of angelic songs,
Again, again, again.

Hark, how the tide of glory,
Fuller and higher,
Swells round the Throne!
No rippling wave of triumph transitory,
But pealing on and on the blessèd story,
Sung by heaven's choir,—
Hearts, lips afire,—
Rises an everlasting hymn
From hosts of light and wingèd cherubim,
Glory to God alone!

Who sleeps? Wake, men and brothers!
Awake, my soul!
Awake and sing!
Let freemen tell heaven's charter forth to others,
And smiling infants learn it from their mothers;
Till tidings roll
From pole to pole,
And Jesus, born in Bethlehem,
Assumes the throne in great Jerusalem,
Emmanuel our King.

Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace,
Good will toward men.
O listen, weary, lonely heart, that sighest,
Till, ravish'd with the song, thyself repliest,—
I lift my face
To Christ's embrace.
Our Father,—now no voice is dumb,—
Now hallow'd be Thy name, Thy kingdom come,
Amen, amen, amen.