Angels Rejoiced and Sweetly Sang

Angels re­joiced and sweet­ly sang

At our Re­deem­er’s birth;

Mortals awake! let ev­ery tongue

Proclaim His match­less worth.

Glory to God

who dwells on high

And sent His on­ly Son

To take a serv­ant’s form

and die

For evi­ls we had done.

Peace to the earth

the wo­man’s seed

Is come to free the slave;

To bruise the in­fer­nal ser­pent’s head

And to de­stroy the grave.

Good will to men; ye fall­en race

Arise

and shout for joy;

He comes with rich

ab­ound­ing grace

To save

and not de­stroy.

Lord

send the gra­cious tid­ings forth

And fill the world with light

That Jews and Gen­tiles through the earth

May know Thy sav­ing might.

Ye poor

who trem­ble at the word

Distressed

and help­less

too

O come and welc­ome to the Lord

For He was born for you.