I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace among men with whom He is
“Behold, the virgin shall be with child and shall bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated means, “God with us.”
The Shepherds’ Plain
Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)
“Dum servant oves invenerunt Agnum Dei.” —Jerome.
Blessed night, when first that plain
Echoed with the joyful strain,—
“Peace has come to earth again.”
Blessed hills, that heard the song
Of the glorious angel-throng,
Swelling all your slopes along.
Happy shepherds, on whose ear
Fell the tidings glad and dear,—
“God to man is drawing near.”
Happy shepherds, on whose eye,
Shone the glory from on high,
Of the heavenly Majesty.
Happy, happy Bethlehem,
Judah’s least but brightest gem,
Where the rod from Jesse’s stem,
Scion of a princely race,
Sprung in heaven’s own perfect grace,
Yet in feeble lowliness.
This, the woman’s promised seed,
Abram’s mighty son indeed;
Succourer of earth’s great need.
This the victor in our war,
This the glory seen afar,
This the light of Jacob’s star!
Happy Judah, rise and own
Him, the heir of David’s throne,
David’s Lord, and David’s Son.
Babe of promise, born at last,
After weary ages past,
When our hopes were overcast.
Babe of weakness, can it be,
That earth’s last great victory
Is to be achieved by thee?
Child of meekness, can it be,
That the proud rebellious knee
Of this world shall bend to thee!
Child of poverty, art thou
He to whom all heaven shall bow,
And all earth shall pay the vow?
Can that feeble head alone
Bear the weight of such a crown,
A s belongs to David’s Son?
Can these helpless hands of thine,
Wield a sceptre so divine,
As belongs to Jesse’s line?
Heir of pain and toil, whom none
In this evil day will own,
Art thou the Eternal One?
Thou, o’er whom the sword and rod
Wave, in haste to drink thy blood,
Art thou very Son of God?
Thus revealed to shepherds’ eyes,
Hidden from the great and wise,
Entering earth in lowly guise,—
Entering by this narrow door,
Laid upon this rocky floor,
Placed in yonder manger poor.
We adore thee as our King,
And to thee our song we sing;
Our best offering to thee bring.
Guarded by the shepherd’s rod,
’Mid their flock, thy poor abode,
Thus we own thee, Lamb of God.
Lamb of God, thy lowly name,
King of kings, we thee proclaim;
Heaven and earth shall hear its fame.
Bearer of our sins’ sad load,
Wielder of the iron rod,
Judah’s Lion, Lamb of God!
Mighty King of righteousness,
King of glory, king of peace,
Never shall thy kingdom cease!
Thee, earth’s heir and Lord, we own;
Raise again its fallen throne,
Take its everlasting crown.
Blessed Babe of Bethlehem,
Owner of earth’s diadem,
Claim, and wear the radiant gem.
Scatter darkness with thy light,
End the sorrows of our night,
Speak the word, and all is bright.
Spoil the spoiler of the earth,
Bring creation’s second birth,
Promised day of song and mirth.
’Tis thine Israel’s voice that calls,
Build again thy Salem’s walls,
Dwell within her holy halls.
’Tis thy Church’s voice that cries,
Rend these long unrended skies,
Bridegroom of the Church, arise.
Take to thee thy power and reign,
Purify this earth again;
Cleanse it from each curse and stain.
Sun of peace, no longer stay,
Let the shadows flee away,
And the long night end in day.
Let the day spring from on high,
That arose in Judah’s sky,
Cover earth eternally.
Babe of Bethlehem, to thee,
Infant of eternity,
Everlasting glory be!
—Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, First Series (James Nisbet & Co., 1878).
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.