1 There’s a song the an­gels sing,
And its notes with rap­ture ring,
Round the throne whose ra­di­ance fills the heavens above.
Shepherds heard a dist­ant strain,
Watching on Ju­de­a’s plain,
"Glory, glory, glory be to God, to men be peace and love."

Chorus:
Thro’ the earth and thro’ the sky,
Let the an­them ev­er fly,
Peace, good will to men,
and glo­ry be to God on high.

2 ’Tis a song for child­ren too,
To the Sav­iour ’tis their due;
Let its grate­ful notes as­cend to him again;
Join with an­gels in their song,
And the heaven­ly strain pro­long,
"Glory be to God, good­ will and peace to men."
[Chorus]

3 Soon around that throne may we
With those hap­py an­gels be,
Striking harps to strains that nev­er­more shall cease;
Mingling love with lof­ti­est praise,
Still the chor­us there we’ll raise,
"Glory be to God, to men good will and peace." [Chorus]