Hark! The Angels Singing

Hark! the an­gels sing­ing

Wake the hap­py morn

Joyful tid­ings bring­ing

Christ the Lord is born.

In a low­ly man­ger

This shall be the sign

See the new­born strang­er

Hail the Babe di­vine.

Glory

glo­ry

in the high­est sing;

Glory

glo­ry

to our heav’n­ly king.

Sisters dear and bro­thers

Sing a joy­ful lay!

This of all the oth­ers

Is the child­ren’s day.

Hear the bless­èd st­ory

Once as young as we

Christ

the Prince of Glory

Slept on Ma­ry’s knee.

Where’s a chor­us meet­er

For His ad­vent here?

Where a car­ol sweet­er

To His gen­tle ear?

None can come so near Him

Holy

un­de­filed

None so love and fear Him

As a Christ­ian child.