Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! The her­ald an­gels sing

Glory to the new­born King;

Peace on earth

and mer­cy mild

God and sin­ners re­con­ciled!

Joyful

all ye na­tions rise

Join the tri­umph of the skies;

With th’an­gel­ic host pro­claim

Christ is born in Beth­le­hem!

Hark! the her­ald an­gels sing

Glory to the new­born King!

Christ

by high­est Heav’n adored;

Christ the ev­er­last­ing Lord;

Late in time

be­hold Him come

Offspring of a vir­gin’s womb.

Veiled in flesh the God­head see;

Hail th’in­car­nate De­ity

Pleased with us in flesh to dwell

Jesus our Em­ma­nu­el.

Hail the heav’n­ly Prince of Peace!

Hail the Sun of Right­eous­ness!

Light and life to all He brings

Ris’n with heal­ing in His wings.

Mild He lays His glo­ry by

Born that man no more may die.

Born to raise the sons of earth

Born to give them se­cond birth.

Come

de­sire of na­tions

come

Fix in us Thy hum­ble home;

Rise

the wo­man’s con­quer­ing Seed

Bruise in us the ser­pent’s head.

Now dis­play Thy sav­ing pow­er

Ruined na­ture now re­store;

Now in mys­tic un­ion join

Thine to ours

and ours to Thine.

Adam’s like­ness

Lord

ef­face

Stamp Thine im­age in its place:

Second Ad­am from above

Reinstate us in Thy love.

Let us Thee

though lost

re­gain

Thee

the Life

the in­ner man:

O

to all Thy­self im­part

Formed in each be­liev­ing heart.