GLORY be to God on high,
And peace on earth descend :
God comes down. He bows the sky,
And shows Himself our Friend :
God the Invisible appears :
God, the blest, the great I AM,
Sojourns in this vale of tears,
And Jesus Is His name.
Him the angels all adored,
Their Maker and their King;
Tidings of their humbled Lord
They now to mortals bring.
Emptied of His majesty,
Of His dazzling glories shorn,
Being's source begins to be,
And God Himself Is born
