Hark! the herald angels sing, ‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies,
With the angelic hosts proclaim, ‘Christ is born in Beth-le-hem!’
Hark! the herald angels sing, ‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Verse 2
Christ by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting Lord.
Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus our Emman-u-el.
Hark! the herald angels sing, ‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Verse 3
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 sing, ‘Glory to the newborn King!
