On hillsides of moonlight and shooting stars   Shepherds keep the late watch on a crisp, cool night   Suddenly the darkness breaks with full daylight   With hosts of Heaven’s angels filling the sky:      "Glory to God in the highest,   Now here in Bethlehem!   Glory to God in the highest,   A Child who will save all men!"      Rushing to the city, sandals slip in cobblestone   Find they in the great story for centuries we’ve now known   Pouring out with wonder, the shepherds step outside   And lift worn hands to Heaven, singing aloud:      "Glory to God in the highest,   Now here in Bethlehem!   Glory to God in the highest,   A Child who will save all men!"      Now until He returns, remember this time   When least of men were given the greatest of light   God chose not to glory in wealth, power, fame   But with the simple and the small He came      "Glory to God in the highest,   Now here in Bethlehem!   Glory to God in the highest,   Now here in Bethlehem!   Glory to God in the highest,   A Child who will save all men!"