Clap Your Hands for Joy (Lowry)

Where the youth­ful son of Jes­se

Touched the harp with sil­ver strains

While the peace­ful flock he tend­ed

Grazed upon the fer­tile plains—

Where he list­ened to the mur­mur

Of the brook­let

soft and low—

Came the bless­èd in­fant Sav­ior

Many cen­tu­ries long ago.

Clap your hands for joy

ye peo­ple

Clap your hands for joy

ye peo­ple

Clap your hands

clap your hands

Hail the ris­ing morn;

Shout ho­san­na

shout ho­san­na

Clap your hands for joy

Clap your hands for joy;

Shout ho­san­na

shout ho­san­na

Shout ho­san­na for a Sav­ior born.

All the world was locked in slum­ber

Calm and still the dewy night;

Every star in shin­ing ar­mor

Keeping watch on lof­ty height;

Then a sud­den burst of mu­sic!

Thro’ the air it rolled along;

Multitudes of shin­ing an­gels

Woke the earth with heav’n­ly song.

Thro’ the line of dist­ant ag­es

Swifter than the march of time

Like a river sweep­ing on­ward

Comes the migh­ty strain sub­lime;

Great Im­ma­nu­el

Prince and Sa­vior!

Pure and spot­less

un­de­filed

In Thy birth

O King of Glo­ry

God to man is re­con­ciled.