Hark! The herald-angels sing, Angels, The angels sing! Hark! The herald-angels sing, Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil′d!

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! Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o′er the plains, And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains: Glória, in excélsis Deo! Glória, in excélsis Deo! 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. Hark! The herald-angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King!" Glory to the new-born King!