| Song | Hark From On High |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 3 |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
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Hark From On High Those Blissful Strains!
Whence Can Such Sweetness Be?
Have Angels Waked Their Golden Harps
With Heavens Own Minstrelsy?
With Heavens Own Minstrelsy?
Or Do We Hear The Cherub Voice
Of Infant Bands Who Raise,
Soaring From Earth Celestial Notes
In Their Creator’s Praise?
In Their Creator’s Praise?
Thus Spake The Shepherds – Yet With Dread,
So Strange The Sounds They Heard,
While Over Their Slumbering Flocks They Kept
Their Wonted Nightly Guard,
Their Wonted Nightly Guard.
And Soon They Saw A Dazzling Light
Beam Through The Starry Way,
And Shining Seraphs Clustering Where
The Infant Jesus Lay,
The Infant Jesus Lay.
They Came A Saviour’s Birth To Tell,
And Tunes Of Rapture Sing;
Hence The Glad Notes That Filled The Air
Each Swept His Loudest String,
Each Swept His Loudest String.
But Now In Accents Soft And Kind
The Chieftain Angel Said,
“Heavens Tidings Of Great Joy We Bear
Shepherds, Be Not Afraid,
Shepherds, Be Not Afraid.”
