The Angel’s Proclamation

Hark! the migh­ty tones sub­lime

Trumpet tongues of old­en time—

Breathing on the si­lent air

Shouting glo­ry ev­ery­where!

Hark! again their joy­ful sound

Rings afar

the earth around;

While a vast

ador­ing throng

Catch the strain and join the song.

Unto us a child is giv’n;

Open now the gates of Heav’n;

Eden lost

to man re­stored

Thro’ the birth of Christ the Lord.

Mourning cap­tive

cease thy tears;

Lo! the pro­mised day ap­pears

Thro’ the mis­ty veil of night

Bursting in a flood of light;

Oh

what won­drous things are done

By the Fa­ther

thro’ the Son!

Oh

the smile of par­don­ing grace

Beaming in the Sav­ior’s face.

Now with heal­ing in her wings

Hark! a white robed an­gel sings:

Mortals

from the realms ab­ove

I have borne my harp of love;

Hallelujah! sing with me;

Hail your great­est ju­bi­lee!

Sing

in pur­est

sweet­est lays

On this ho­ly day of days.