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| Robert Lowry |
This song was written by Robert Lowry and I have it on Kate Rusby's Angels and men where it is listed as Rolling downward
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heav’nly song;
’Tis a chorus full of sweetness—
And the singers are an angel throng.
Glory! glory in the highest!
On the earth goodwill and peace to men!
Down the ages send the echo;
Let the old earth begin again!
Wondering shepherds see the glory,
Hear the word the shining ones declare;
At the manger fall in worship,
While the music fills the quivering air.
Christ the Saviour, God’s Anointed,
Comes to earth our fearful debt to pay -
Man of sorrows, and rejected,
Lamb of God, that takes our sin away.
Kings with riches see the splendour
Bringing treasures from a far off land
Join the chorus full of wonder
While the music sounds across the land.
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heav’nly song;
’Tis a chorus full of sweetness—
And the singers are an angel throng.
Bringing treasures from a far off land
Join the chorus full of wonder
While the music sounds across the land.
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heav’nly song;
’Tis a chorus full of sweetness—
And the singers are an angel throng.
