Hark the Sound

Hark

the sound of mu­sic swell­ing

On the calm and win­try air;

Angel voic­es now are tell­ing

Glorious news each heart may share.

See

out in the east­ern sky

Shines the star that leads to Him;

Glory be to God on high

And peace on earth

good will to men.

In a man­ger low they’ve laid Him

He who came the world to save;

Humble is the cot they’ve made Him

Who shall tri­umph o’er the grave.

Lay your tro­phies now be­fore Him

Sing His praise­s to the sky;

All the ang­el hosts ad­ore Him

Christ

the Son of God on high.