List! afar! what an­gel voic­es
Fall upon the win­ter night!
Earth amid the sound re­joic­es;
Broods of ev­il speed their flight.
List—for aye sweet words of glad­ness
Through the ge­ne­ra­tions roll,
Calming ev­ery mourn­er’s sad­ness:
Christ is born—to save thy soul.
Child di­vine—what pow’rs are round Thee!
Health to man Thy pre­sence brings;
Age by age have my­ri­ads found Thee
Lord of lords and King of kings.

Born to heal what sin hath brok­en—
Born its cap­tives to re­lease—
Born—by pro­phet lips fore­spok­en—
Mighty God and Prince of Peace;
When the pas­sions rage in blin­dness,
Thou their stor­my waves canst still;
Turning by Thy spell of kind­ness
Hate and mal­ice to good­will,
Child di­vine—whoe’er hath known Thee
Hails the joy Thy pre­sence brings:
Thine through life—in death we own Thee
Lord of lords and King of kings.

Sing, ye hosts—tri­um­phant throng­ing
Round the Lamb en­throned in light.
Sing, O man—the hymn pro­long­ing
Through thy toils of hour­ly fight.
Since what grace, what name­less glo­ry
Stooped to res­cue sons of Earth;
Grateful spread the won­drous sto­ry—
Hail th’in­car­nate Sav­ior’s birth.
Child di­vine, all hearts that know Thee
Know the strength Thy pre­sence brings—
Know what debt of love we owe Thee,
Lord of lords and King of kings.