I Sing of a Night
I sing of a night in Bethlehem,
A night as bright as dawn.
I sing of that night in Bethlehem,
The night the word was born.
The skies are glowing gaily,
The earth in white is dressed.
See Jesus in his cradle
Drink deep in his Mother's breast.
And there on a lonely hillside
The shepherds bow down in fear
When the heavens open brightly,
And God's message rings out so clear:
"Glory now to the Father
In all the heavens high,
And peace to his friends on earth below,"
Is all the angels cry.