Angels re­joiced and sweet­ly sung
At our Re­deem­er’s birth;
Mortals awake! let ev­ery tongue
Proclaim His match­less worth.

Glory to God, who dwells on high,
And sent His on­ly Son
To take a ser­vant’s form, and die
For evi­ls we had done.

Peace to the earth, the wo­man’s seed
Is come to free the slave;
To bruise the in­fer­nal ser­pent’s head,
And to de­stroy the grave.

Good will to men; ye fall­en race,
Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes with rich, abound­ing grace
To save, and not de­stroy.

Lord, send the gra­cious tid­ings forth,
And fill the world with light,
That Jews and Gen­tiles through the earth
May know Thy sav­ing might.

Ye poor, who trem­ble at the word,
Distressed, and help­less, too,
O come and welc­ome to the Lord,
For He was born for you.