Angel Song

O hear them,..listen,
Moving through the skies.
Glad hosannas sounding,
As they slowly rise.

Ever drifting down from heaven,
Heralding the Savior's birth.
Making joyful all our feelings,
Touching down unto the earth.

O...to hear them softly falling,
With the currents gentle flow.
Mingling in a gay reception,
Are angel voices bending low.

Listen, listen, you can hear them,
Where the sweet strains seem to hold.
Holy realms of shafted beauty,
And lighted by the rays of gold.

Great hosannas...blessed Savior,
Galaxies that worlds have know.
Myriads of faces in a chorus,
Circling round his holy throne.

E.P. 1908 - 1989