Oer The Hills Of Old Judea

O’er the hills of old Judea shines a light from Heaven’s throne,
Chiming bells ring in the glorious morn of peace;
Earth is lost in joyful wonder, angels bright exultant sing
Of the Christ, whose reign of gladness ne’er shall cease.

Hail with joy the blessed coming of the King,
Praise His name! let songs exultant ever ring!
Hail with joy the blessed coming of the King,
Our holy Savior King!

Dawns the hour so long expected-wake, ye lands to endless praise,
Shout aloud the blessed story true and sweet;
In a lowly manger sleeping lies the Babe of Bethlehem;
Bow in worship now before the Savior’s feet. [Refrain]

Peace, good-will-the world is ringing with the everlasting song,
God’s dear love still shines along our pilgrim way;
Throw your heart-doors gladly open, hail with joy the King divine,
Born to us again this holy, happy day. [Refrain]