| Song | Glorious Beauteous Golden Bright |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 3 |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
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| Tags | Glorious Beauteous Golden Bright |
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Glorious, Beauteous, Golden-Bright,
Shedding Softest, Purest Light,
Shone The Stars That Christmas Night,
When The Jewish Shepherds Kept
Watch Beside Their Flocks That Slept.
But The Stars Sweet Golden Gleam
Faded Quickly As A Dream
Mid The Wondrous Glory-Stream
That Illumined All The Earth,
When Christ’s Angels Sang His Birth.
Soft And Pure And Holy Glory,
Kings And Seers And Prophets Hoary,
Shed Throughout The Sacred Story:
While The Priests, Like Shepherds True,
Watched Beside God’s Chosen Few.
But That Light No More Availed,
And Its Splendour Straightway Paled
In His Light Whom Angels Hailed;
Even As The Stars Of Old,
’Mid The Brightness Lost Their Gold.
Now No More On Christmas Night,
Is The Sky With Angels Bright,
But For Ever Shines The Light;
Even He Whose Birth They Told
To The Shepherds By The Fold.
Since That Light Then Darkens Never,
Let Us All, With Glad Endeavor,
Sing The Song That Echoes Ever:
Glory In The Highest Heaven!
Peace On Earth To Us Forgiven.
