Hark! The herald angels sing, -
"Glory to the new-born 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 angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king!

Christ, by highest heaven adored:
Christ, the everlasting lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favoured one.
Veiled in flesh, the godhead see;
Hail, th'incarnate deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our emmanuel!
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king!

Hail! The heaven-born
Prince of peace!
Hail! The son of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king!"