Like silver lamps in a distant shrine,The stars are sparkling brightThe bells of the city of God ring out,For the Son of Mary is born to-night.The gloom is pastAnd the morn at lastIs coming with orient light.No earthly songs are half so sweetAs those which are filling the skies,And never a palace shone half so fairAs the manger-bed where our Saviour lies;No night in the yearIs half so dearAs this which has ended our sighs.The stars of heaven still shine as at firstThey gleamed on this wonderful night;The bells of the city of God peal outAnd the angels’ song still rings in the height,And love still turnsWhere the Godhead burnsHid in flesh from fleshly sight.Faith sees no longer the stable floor,The pavement of sapphire is thereThe clear light of heaven streams out to the worldAnd the angels of God are crowding the air,And heaven and earthThrough the spotless birthAre at peace on this night so fair