Angel choirs in ac­cents sweet,
Herald hosts a count­less throng!
Chanting they the shep­herds greet;
This the bur­den of their song,
“We pro­claim Mes­si­ah’s birth,
Love to men, and peace on earth.

“Lo! on this aus­pi­cious morn,
We the joy­ful tid­ings bring;
Unto you a Sav­ior’s born,
David’s son, and Da­vid’s king;
Lo! the Lord of earth and skies
In a low­ly man­ger lies.

To the roy­al ci­ty go,
Pay your hom­age at His feet;
He shall in His per­son show
Justice doth with mer­cy meet;
God ap­pears on earth to dwell,
Hail him as Im­ma­nu­el.

Born the na­tions all to bless,
Born to set His peo­ple free,
He shall save from all dis­tress,
Give them glo­ri­ous li­ber­ty;
Hail Him as the pro­mised seed,
He will meet your ev­ery need.

He whom pro­phets long fore­told,
In the end of time ap­pears;
Judah’s li­on, strong and bold,
Now His peace­ful stand­ard rears;
Types and sha­dows fade away,
Darkness is ex­changed for day.