The Joyful Morn Is Breaking

The joy­ful morn is break­ing

The bright­est morn on earth

Through all cre­ation wak­ing

The joy of Je­sus’ birth.

His star above is glist­en­ing

Where Je­sus cra­dled lies

And all the earth is list­en­ing

The car­ol of the skies.

High strains of praise are swell­ing

From an­gel hosts on high

And one soft voice is tell­ing

Glad tid­ings from the sky;

Tidings of free sal­va­tion

Of peace on earth be­low

Through ev­ery land and na­tion

The bless­èd word shall go.

His child­ren’s songs shall name Him

In ma­ny a tongue today;

His Church shall yet pro­claim Him

To peo­ple far away;

Till id­ols fall be­fore Him

Till strife and wrong shall cease

Till all the earth ad­ore Him

Th’eter­nal Prince of Peace.