Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

Hark the heraId 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 angeIs sing

Glory to the newborn King.

Christ, by highest heaven adored;

Christ, the everlasting Lord;

Late in time behold him come,

Offspring of the Virgin's womb.

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;

Hail the incarnate Deity,

Pleased as man with man to dwell;

Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Hark the herald angeIs sing

Glory to the newborn King.

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.

Risen with healing in his wings,

Light and life to all he brings,

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness

Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace.

Hark the heraId angels sing

Glory to the newborn King.

Come, Desire of nations come,

Fix in us Thy humble home;

Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,

Bruise in us the Serpent's head.

Adam's likeness now efface:

Stamp Thine image in its place;

Second Adam, from above,

Reinstate us in thy love.

Hark the heraId angels sing

GIory to the newborn King.