Upon Judeas Midnight Plains


Upon Judea’s midnight plains
The shepherds watched of old;
When lo! from Heaven, seraphic strains
Of joy and triumph rolled.

Now dawns the blissful advent morn,
With loving voice they sing.
Today, to all mankind, is born
A Savior and a King.

Still, still, ’tis ours the hymn to hear
That swept o’er Israel’s plain.
Loud swells the anthem-sphere to sphere
In joy repeats the strain.

Where’er Thy Spirit, Lord, is shrined,
The inward Christ is born;
The angel strains in heart and mind
Proclaim the advent morn.