A Song the World Is Singing

There’s a song of won­drous beau­ty

Like a peal from an­gel choirs

For it sounds o’er care and du­ty

And ful­fills the heart’s de­sires.

O the ca­dence sweet

as­cend­ing

Joins the har­mo­ny of Heav’n

And a car­ol nev­er end­ing

To mor­tal tongues is giv’n;

And the world takes up the strain:

O come

all ye faith­ful

Joyful and tri­umph­ant;

O come ye

O come ye

To Beth­le­hem;

Come and be­hold Him

Born the King of an­gels;

O come let us ad­ore Him

O come let us ad­ore Him

O come let us adore Him

Christ

the Lord.

There’s a song

sweet mu­sic peal­ing

’Tis an ec­ho from on high

Unto all the earth re­veal­ing

Blessings from be­yond the sky.

There is beau­ty in the sing­ing

There is joy bey­ond com­pare

For it comes

sal­va­tion bring­ing

To man­kind ev­ery­where;

And the world takes up the strain:

Nigher still and high­er swell­ing

Circling all the lis­ten­ing earth

While its har­mo­nies are tell­ing

Of the migh­ty Sav­ior’s birth!

’Tis a song like fount­ains flow­ing

From a nev­er fail­ing stream;

Ever on­ward

ev­er grow­ing

Mankind it shall re­deem;

And the world takes up the strain: