1. In Old Judea, amid the plains afar,
My eyes behold a brightly shining star;
Bathed in the splendor that floods the eastern skies,
Within a manager, a sleeping Baby lies.
Though meek and lowly, a radiance holy
Illumes the place with wondrous light;
While on the hillside, and in the valley,
The angel host sings through the night:
“Glory to God, all Glory to God!
Voices exhaltingly ring;
Peace and Good Will in the hearts of men,
Hail to the New Born King!
Hail to the New Born King!”
2. In old Judea, where Christ, the Lord, was born,
In Bethlehem, that blessed Christmas morn;
The stars still shining, in beauty overhead,
On all the world its loving beams are shed.
The crimson glory of Calv’ry’s story
Is hallowed by its softened glory,
While all the people of earth are singing
The angels’ song of long ago: [Chorus]