1 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic host,
Descends from Heav’n to earth;
Gladly, where man in sin is lost,
They tell a Sav­ior’s birth.

Refrain:
"Glory to God!" the an­gels sing,
Nor shall their song be vain;
"Glory to God!" shall sweet­ly ring,
Till earth shall catch the strain.

2 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic throng
Still carry tid­ings sweet;
Gladly they bear the soul along,
Up to the mer­cy seat. [Refrain]

3 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic wing
The dist­ant az­ure cleave;
Gladly the heav’n­ly arch­es ring,
When souls re­pent and live. [Refrain]

4 Quickly the tid­ings pass along,
From earth to Heav’ns high dome;
Gladly bright ser­aphs join the song,
When pro­di­gals come home. [Refrain]