The Newborn King Who Comes Today

The new­born King who comes to­day

Brings tid­ings of great joy

Which sin can nev­er take away

Nor death nor hell de­stroy.

Rejoice

ye Gen­tile lands

re­joice

And hail this glo­ri­ous dawn

For God comes down

frail man to crown:

The Lord of Life is born!

He comes not as a king of earth

In pomp and pride to reign;

He seeks a poor and hum­ble birth

But free from sin­ful stain;

Rejoice

ye Gen­tile lands

re­joice

Glad hymns of tri­umph sing:

The Won­der­ful

the Coun­sel­or

He comes

your God and king!

For us He leaves His Fa­ther’s throne

His sap­phire throne on high

And comes to dwell on earth alone

For fall­en man to die.

Rejoice

ye Gen­tile lands

re­joice

All hail Mes­si­ah’s dawn:

Our God comes down

earth’s joy and crown

The King of Love is born!

Glad Gen­tiles in their east­ern home

His ra­di­ant star be­hold;

To God

their king

they joy to bring

Sweet in­cense

myrrh

and gold.

Rejoice

ye Gen­tile lands

re­joice

In heaven your prais­es sing:

Before Him fall

the Lord of all

Your mak­er and your king!

We join your song

ce­les­ti­al throng

Whose an­thems nev­er cease;

We tune our lyres

with an­gel choirs

To hail the Prince of Peace!

Rejoice

ye Gen­tile lands

re­joice

All hail Im­ma­nu­el’s morn:

For God comes down

frail man to crown

To us a child is born.