Hark the Herald Angels Sing

[1]
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 th’angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!“
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!“

[2]
Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!“

[3]
Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n 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!“

[4]
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Of beauty, Thou art the sum;
Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Now display Thy saving power,
Work in me, restore this hour;
O, to me Thyself impart,
Visit this believing heart.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!“