Hark! hear ye not the angel song
The hills of Bethlehem among?
To you
this day
th’incarnate Word
To you
the everlasting Lord.
To you
on earth
this happy morn
To you the Prince of Peace is born
Whilst Heav’n re-echoes yet again
Peace—peace on earth
good will to men.
Thus angels sang
and thus sing we
To God on high all glory be
Let Him on earth His peace bestow
And unto men His favor show.
For dead indeed must be the heart
Thrice dead
which will not bear a part
And with the angel choir proclaim
A Savior born in Bethlehem.
Then men and maidens
young and old
Come join the shepherds at the fold
And singing list
and listening sing
A carol to our newborn king.