Poems (Kimball)/"Gloria in Excelsis"
"GLORIA IN EXCELSIS."
GLORIA in Excelsis! Ring the children's voices; Full of happy wonder Heart with heart rejoices; For he Christ-Child comes to-day With the babes of earth to play; Comes, the Son of Mary.
Gloria in Excelsis! Murmur tearful voices; Yea, despite its sorrow Yet the earth rejoices; For the Christ-Child's holy face Sweetest shines in saddest place Gracious Son of Mary!
Gloria in Excelsis! Chime the thankful voices; Once a year the poor man At his hearth rejoices; For the Christ-Child comes to throw Round that hearth a tender glow; Lowly Son of Mary!
Gloria in Excelsis! Chant adoring voices; Round the sacred Altar Heaven with earth rejoices; Men and angels carolling Crown the Christ-Child Lord and King; Crown the Son of Mary.
Gloria in Excelsis! Who but hears the voices!Swayed by mirth so holy All that lives rejoices. Fast indeed the door must be That will open not to Thee, Jesus, Son of Mary!