Christ is born, and Heav’n re­joic­es,
Judah’s plain is bathed in light;
Thousand, thou­sand harps and voic­es
Break the si­lence of the night.

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Glory in the high­est, glo­ry,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

Christ is born, the Lord’s An­oint­ed,
Leaves the heav’n­ly world a while,
Enters on the work ap­point­ed,
God and man to re­con­cile.

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To the lost He brings sal­va­tion,
Freedom to the cap­tive slave;
Peace amid death’s de­so­la­tion,
Victory o’er the boast­ing grave.

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Christ is born, O won­drous sto­ry!
Lord of life, yet born to die;
Sorrow’s child, yet King of Glo­ry:
Born to rule and reign on high.

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Royal babe, though few en­throne Him,
Few their grate­ful of­fer­ings bring;
All the tribes of earth shall own Him
Prince of Peace, cre­ation’s king.

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