Hark! Hark! The Notes of Joy

Hark! hark!—the notes of joy

Roll o’er the heav’n­ly plains

And ser­aphs find em­ploy

For their sub­lim­est strains;

Some new de­light in Heav’n is known

Loud sound the harps around the throne.

Hark! hark!—the sounds draw nigh

The joy­ful hosts des­cend;

Jesus for­sakes the sky

To earth His foot­steps bend;

He comes to bless our fall­en race;

He comes with mes­sag­es of grace.

Bear

bear the tid­ings round;

Let ev­ery mor­tal know

What love in God is found

What pi­ty He can show;

Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!

Bear the glad news from pole to pole.

Strike

strike the harps again

To great Im­ma­nu­el’s name;

Arise

ye sons of men!

And all His grace pro­claim;

Angels and men! wake ev­ery string

’Tis God the Sav­ior’s praise we sing.