On hillsides of moonlight and shooting stars
Shepherds keep the late watch on a crisp, cool night
Suddenly the darkness breaks with full daylight
With hosts of Heaven's angels filling the sky:
"Glory to God in the highest,
Now here in Bethlehem!
Glory to God in the highest,
A Child who will save all men!"
Rushing to the city, sandals slip in cobblestone
Find they in the great story for centuries we've now known
Pouring out with wonder, the shepherds step outside
And lift worn hands to Heaven, singing aloud:
"Glory to God in the highest,
Now here in Bethlehem!
Glory to God in the highest,
A Child who will save all men!"
Now until He returns, remember this time
When least of men were given the greatest of light
God chose not to glory in wealth, power, fame
But with the simple and the small He came
"Glory to God in the highest,
Now here in Bethlehem!
Glory to God in the highest,
Now here in Bethlehem!
Glory to God in the highest,
A Child who will save all men!"