A Shout of Mighty Triumph

A shout of migh­ty tri­umph

Through na­ture’s realm is heard

A shout which calls cre­ation

To hail th’In­car­nate Word.

Away with clouds and dark­ness!

All hail

thrice bless­èd morn;

Sing out with joy

ye mor­tals

For Je­sus Christ is born!

Is this

ye ho­ly shep­herds

The migh­ty new­born King?

This Child

so sweet and gen­tle

Can He such rap­ture bring?

O yes! He comes

the Sav­ior

Of sin­ful earth for­lorn;

Then shout with joy

ye mor­tals

For Je­sus Christ is born!

The cru­el

cru­el foe­man

This Child shall ov­er­throw;

Full soon

the fierce de­stroy­er

His Lord’s stern might shall know:

Of all his boast­ed pow­er

Soon to be rough­ly shorn;

Then shout with joy

ye mor­tals

For Je­sus Christ is born!

But say

sweet vir­gin mo­ther

The Child up­on thy breast

Will He re­ceive young child­ren

And share with them His rest?

O yes! He will with glo­ry

Both old and young ad­orn;

Then shout with joy

ye mor­tals

For Je­sus Christ is born!

Rejoice then

youths and maid­ens

Old men and child­ren

too;

Lift up your cheer­ful voic­es

With bliss and rap­ture true!

Ring out

ye tow­ers and stee­ples!

Blow

trum­pet

pipe and horn!

Then shout with joy

ye mor­tals

For Je­sus Christ is born!