The Christmas story first was sung
From out Judean skies
By choirs of angels bending low
To hear the Baby's cries;
In narrow streets of Bethlehem
It left a mellow glow,
Reflected from celestial heights
To one rude stall below.
The song, as penned that starry night,
Has brightened all the earth,
And brought to darkened lands afar
A blessed Savior's birth;
Two thousand years have failed to dim
The story of that song,
And we rejoice upon this day
As did the shepherd throng.
But "peace on earth" is still a dream
For which we humbly pray...
A song which we would gladly hear
In every land today;
A song which silver voices raise
Wherever men are free,
Wherever churches raise their spires
And touch eternity.
Alice Kennelly Roberts
