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 angelic hosts proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem.” Come, desire of Nations Come, all of creation The angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King" Christ, by highest heav’n adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord: Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin’s womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail th’ incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus our Immanuel. Come, desire of Nations Come, all of creation The angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King" Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wings: 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. Come, desire of Nations Come, all of creation The angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King" Come, desire of Nations Come, all of creation (come) The angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King" The angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King" “Glory to the new-born King"
