Angels Would Tell It

Joy in the Gos­pel! Glad news of sal­va­tion!

Swift let it fly to the ends of the earth;

Blessings from Heav­en for ev­ery na­tion—

Angels would tell it

for they know its worth.

Angels would tell it

how grand­ly pro­claim!

Angels would tell it

His glo­ri­ous fame!

They’d sing hal­le­lu­jahs

their loud hal­le­lu­jahs

And spread thro’ the na­tions His life bring­ing name.

Passing the an­gels in bright ranks of glo­ry

Leaving the sing­ers with harps in their hands;

Christ came to mor­tals and gave them His sto­ry:

Tell it to oth­ers in ev­ery land!

All those who know it are preach­ers of Je­sus

Little or big

they should speak in His name;

Doing His will

for He ev­er­more sees us;

Giving the pen­nies to spread forth His fame.

Then when He com­eth to ga­ther His loved ones

Bearing them back to His home in the sky

Out of all lands will He sum­mon His saved sons

Saved thro’ His child­ren—shall it be you or I?