The glory-song of the ages lifts and rings Where an organ rolls its thunder to the sky, And a great cathedral choir stands and sings: “Gloria in Excelsis.” Like a cry Of victory it sounds across the earth To herald out the little Christ Child’s birth. The carolers down many a darkened street Raise glad triumphant voices to the stars. Climbing the windless air the song is sweet And heaven itself has lowered its jeweled bars That words once showered on a field’s white sod May take their straight way to the throne of God. “Gloria in Excelsis,” far and clear From upflung throats of bells there comes the shout, And through the night for listening hearts to hear, The silver singing of great chimes ring out. O sing it, shout it, and may nothing dim The Christmas music mankind lifts for Him.