Angels speak, let man give ear,
Sent from high, they are nigh,
And for­bid our fear.

News they bring us of sal­va­tion,
Sounds of joy to em­ploy
Every tongue and na­tion.

Welcome tid­ings! To re­trieve us
From our fall, born for all,
Christ is born to save us.

Born His crea­tures to re­store,
Abject earth sees His birth,
Whom the hea­vens do adore.

Wrapped in swaths th’im­mor­tal Stran­ger
Man with men we have seen,
Lying in a man­ger.

All to God’s free grace is ow­ing;
We are His wit­ness­es,
Poor and no­thing know­ing.

Simple shep­herds us He rais­es,
Bids us sing Christ the King,
And show forth His prais­es.

We have seen the King of Glo­ry,
We pro­claim Christ His name,
And re­cord His sto­ry.

Sing we with the host of Hea­ven,
Reconciled by a child
Who to us is giv­en.

Glory be to God the giv­er,
Peace and love from ab­ove
Reign on earth for ev­er.