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The Angels' Story

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · May 30, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 22.

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The Angels' Story

By Robert Hare

ROBERT HARE
Star-worlds flashed in ancient splendor, Blazing suns their glories cast, But the Orient hills were kindled With a radiance that surpassed All the star-worlds in their shining, Gilding every glad outlining — Angels from the throne of God Cast their glories on the sod.
Shepherds, watching in the darkness On Judea’s flowery plain, Saw the brightness, heard the story Sung in angels’ glad refrain: “Glory be to God eternal, Glory in the heights supernal; Peace below, to men on earth, Hail the King of virgin birth.”
Ancient seers had told the story, Told it well, but waited long For the heavenly revelation Made to man in angels’ song: “Glory in the heights ascending; Glory, glory earthward bending; Heaven’s own Messenger has come To guide His ransomed people home.”
Soul of mine, hast heard the echo Of that song by angels told, When the seraph choirs descending Touched the earth with harps of gold? Share the blessing sent of Heaven, Taste the sweets of sin forgiven; Then through all earth’s years of pain Whisper, “Christ will come again!”