wondrous, glorious night!
I have imagined myself in that place,
being a part of the heavenly choir.
What an honor it would have been
the glorious song of old,
from angels bending near,
To touch their hearts of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven, O gracious King
to hear the an gels sing,
Still through the cloven skies
they come with peaceful wing
Above its sad and lonely plains
David don't hover in the wind
Oh, Lord, the days are hastening on,
my prophet, what's foretold?
comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
its ancients fill in the flame
which now the angels sing
The blessings angels sing