Christ Is Born, and Heav’n Rejoices

Christ is born

and Heav’n re­joic­es

Judah’s plain is bathed in light;

Thousand

thou­sand harps and voic­es

Break the si­lence of the night.

Glory in the high­est

glo­ry

Peace on earth

good will to men.

Christ is born

the Lord’s An­oint­ed

Leaves the heav’n­ly world a while

Enters on the work ap­point­ed

God and man to re­con­cile.

To the lost He brings sal­va­tion

Freedom to the cap­tive slave;

Peace amid death’s de­so­la­tion

Victory o’er the boast­ing grave.

Christ is born

O won­drous sto­ry!

Lord of life

yet born to die;

Sorrow’s child

yet King of Glo­ry:

Born to rule and reign on high.

Royal babe

though few en­throne Him

Few their grate­ful of­fer­ings bring;

All the tribes of earth shall own Him

Prince of Peace

cre­ation’s king.