1. The scene around me disappears,
And, borne to ancient regions,
While time recalls the flight of years,
I see angelic legions
Descending in an orb of light,
Amidst the dark and silent night,
I hear celestial voices.
2. Tidings, glad tidings from above,
To every age and nation;
Tidings, glad tidings,—God is love;
To man He sends salvation;
His Son beloved, His only Son,
The work of mercy hath begun;
Give to His name the glory!
3. Through David’s city I am led;
Here all around are sleeping;
A light directs to yon poor shed,
Where lonely watch is keeping:
I enter;—ah! what glories shine!
Is this Immanuel’s earthly shrine?
Messiah’s infant temple?
4. It is; it is;—and I adore
This Stranger meek and lowly,
As saints and seraphs bow before
The throne of God thrice holy;
Faith through the vail of flesh can see
The face of Thy divinity,
My Lord, my God, my Saviour!
Henry Ward Beecher, Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Christian Congregations, (New York: A. S. Barnes & Company, 1859), 66.