Arrayed in clouds of golden light,
More bright, More bright than heaven's resplendent bow,
More bright than heaven's resplendent bow.
Jehovah's Angel came by night, To bless the sleeping world below,
How soft the music of his tongue, How sweet the hallowed strains be sung,
How soft the music of his tongue, How sweet the hallowed strains be sung
"Good will henceforth to men be given,"
The light of glory beams on earth;
Let Angels tune the harps of heaven,
And saints below rejoice with mirth.
On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing,
And Judah's children hail their King.
Shaw, Oliver, "Arrayed in Clouds of Golden Light" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 19.
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