The Angels squeezed into our sky Now filled and bright to scorch the eye Like lightening gathered, standing still Lighting valleys, fields and hills What message to the world could raise Choirs to burst the earth with praise? News too big for history Or creation to contain? He has come! He has come! Greet him and be greeted, soul The proud, they never thought to fear And the humble hardly dared to hope For his coming, but the Lord is here! The herald and the heralded Never were so strangely paired The hosts of glory point the way To a child unnoticed in the hay This dim lit room with earthen floor Was praised with light that filled the sky Choruses that split the air Yield now to the lullaby We who lived to see him die Lived to see him rise again We wait amidst the joy and fear For the day he promised when He will his own announcer be Then the sky will split again Proud and humble, rich and poor All will see his coming then He has come! He has come! Greet him and be greeted, soul The proud, they never thought to fear And the humble hardly dared to hope For his coming, but the Lord is here! He has come! He has come! Greet him and be greeted, soul The proud, they never thought to fear And the humble hardly dared to hope For his coming, but the Lord is here!