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Verse 1
Blessed night, when first that plain
Echoed with the joyful strain,
“Peace has come to earth again.”
Verse 2
Blessed hills, that heard the song
Of the glorious angel throng
Swelling all your slopes along.
Verse 3
Happy shepherds, on whose ear
Fell the tidings glad and clear,
“God to man is drawing near.”
Verse 4
Thus revealed to shepherds’ eyes,
Hidden from the great and wise,
Entering earth in lowly guise—
Verse 5
We adore Thee as our King,
And to Thee our song we sing;
Our best offering to Thee bring.
Verse 6
Blessed Babe of Bethlehem,
Owner of earth’s diadem,
Claim and wear the radiant gem.
Horatius Bonar, “Blessed Night, When First That Plain”