When I recorded my Christmas album, Whistlewonder:The Carols of Christmas, I didn’t intend for this tune to end up on the disc. However, when messing around with the Carol of the Bells, I unexpectedly found myself playing this tune. So, as the wild sound of “Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away” wrapped itself around my fingers, the message of “Angels from the realms of Glory, wing your flight o’er all the Earth” seemed appropriate. After all, I’m pretty sure those Angels can haul wing. Like, wowsers.

Calbert, did you really have to go there? Why, yes – yes, I did.

Angels from the realms of glory,
wing your flight o’er all the earth;
ye who sang creation’s story
now proclaim Messiah’s birth:

Come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn king.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with us is now residing;
yonder shines the infant light:

Come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn king.

Sages, leave your contemplations,
brighter visions beam afar;
seek the great Desire of nations;
ye have seen his natal star:

Come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn king.
– James Montgomery