to God on high be praise
And thankful adoration,
That we may now, and all our days,
Rejoice in his salvation.
Let high in heaven his praises sound,
Peace and good-will on earth abound,
All feud and strife be ended.
2 Ye Christian people, all rejoice,
Each soul with joy upspringing;
Pour forth one song with heart and voice,
With love and gladness singing.
Give thanks to God, the Lord above,
Thanks for his miracle of love;
In love hath he redeemed us.
3 Lord Jesus Christ, alone to thee
Be praise and glory given;
Who reignest, God, eternally,
In all the earth and heaven.
The Prince of Peace, the incarnate Word,
The wonderful, the mighty Lord,
The Father everlasting.
NGELS, 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,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
2 Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night;
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the infant light:
Come and worship, etc.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations;
Brighter visions beam afar :
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen his natal star:
Come and worship, etc.
4 Watchers at the altar bending,
Waiting long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple doth appear :
Come and worship, etc.
ARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices,
Heavenly alleluias rise.
Listen to the wond'rous story,
Which they chant in hymns and joy :-
Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God on high!
2 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Thus they sing with harps of gold;
Christ is born, the Son is given,
Of the prophets long foretold.
Haste, ye mortals, to adore him,
Heaven and earth his praises bring;
Men and angels fall before him,
Hail your Saviour, Lord, and King.
ARK! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.
2 Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail! the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die :
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels, etc.
ARK! the skies with music sound,
Heav'nly glory beams around;
Christ is born! the angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King.
2 Peace is come, good will appears,
Sinners, wipe away your tears;
Christ for you in flesh to-day
Humbly in the manger lay.
3 Shepherds tending flocks by night,
Heard the song and saw the light;
Took their reeds, and softest strains
Echo'd through the happy plains.
4 Mortals, hail the glorious King!
Richest incense cheerful bring;
Praise and love Emmanuel's name,
And his boundless grace proclaim.
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