Oh! look at the sky! The East becomes lighter, Still brighter and brighter, Behold, to the earth a star draweth nigh! The night melts away! The mountains are beaming, Dark valleys are gleaming With light from on high! What singing doth fill The crystaline skies? From heaven it flies O'er hollow and hill; And who are the singers? God's angels are bringers Of Peace and Good will! Chorus: From heaven above Come Mercy and Love To those who repine; One gentle and lowly, One helpless and holy, The Child King divine. Behold the bright star! Lo! wise men, before him, And shepherds adore him, Rich offerings and gifts they bring from afar; His palace is bare, He lies in the manger, There is but the stranger To watch him with care; Yet through it is bare, The lay and the light Float in through the night, And make it so fair; And children come creeping, And mothers are weeping With tender delight. Chorus