O lovely voices of the sky
That hymned the Saviour's birth
Are ye not singing still on high
Ye that sang Peace on earth
To us yet speak the strains
Wherewith in days gone by
Ye blessed Syrian swains
O voices of the sky
O clear and shining light whose beams
That hour heavens glory shed
Around the palms and o'er the streams
And on the shepherd's head
Be near through life and death
As in that holiest night
Of Hope and Joy and Faith
O clear and shining light
O star which led to Him whose love
Brought down man's ransom free
Where art thou midst the hosts above
May we still gaze on thee
In heaven thou art not set
Thy rays earth might not dim
Send them to guide us yet
O star which led to Him
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