Strike your harps, ye saints in glo­ry,
Shout aloud the won­drous sto­ry,
Christ the Sav­ior born;
Born, His peo­ple to de­liv­er,
Born, to reign our king for­ev­er;
Tell it by the crys­tal ri­ver,
Christ the Sav­ior born;
Tell it by the crys­tal river,
Christ the Sav­ior born.

Clasp your hands, ye floods of ocean,
Sing, ye hills, with pure de­vo­tion,
Christ the Sav­ior born;
Wake, O earth! the song re­peat­ing,
Wake! thy own Mes­si­ah greet­ing;
Hearts with ho­ly rap­ture beat­ing,
Hail a Sav­ior born;
Hearts with ho­ly rap­ture beat­ing,
Hail a Sav­ior born.

Hark! the migh­ty an­them ring­ing,
Multitudes of an­gels sing­ing,
Christ the Sav­ior born;
Opened now the gates of glo­ry,
Man re­deemed, O won­drous story!
Glory in the high­est, glo­ry!
Christ the Sav­ior born;
Glory in the high­est, glo­ry!
Christ the Sav­ior born.