Glorious, beauteous, golden-bright, Shedding softest, purest light, Shone the stars that Christmas night, When the Jewish shepherds kept Watch beside their flocks that slept. But the stars??? sweet golden gleam Faded quickly as a dream ???Mid the wondrous glory-stream That illumined all the earth, When Christ???s angels sang His birth. Soft and pure and holy glory, Kings and seers and prophets hoary, Shed throughout the sacred story: While the priests, like shepherds true, Watched beside God???s chosen few. But that light no more avail?©d, And its splendor staighway pal?©d In His light Whom angels hail?©d; Even as the stars of old, ???Mid the brightness lost their gold. Now no more on Christmas night, Is the sky with angels bright, But for ever shines the Light; Even He Whose birth they told To the shepherds by the fold. Since that Light then darkens never, Let us all, with glad endeavor, Sing the song that echoes ever: Glory in the highest Heaven! Peace on earth to us forgiven.