Now an­gels down have flown,
Now glo­ry bright has shone,
Now shep­herds see the light and hear the voice:
Fear not; be­hold, I bring
Glad tid­ings of your king;
Let all the na­tions of earth now re­joice.

Sing a new song to­night,
Sing, all ye stars of light,
The Lord of Glo­ry leaves His glo­ri­ous heav’n.
To earth be­hold Him come
From His ce­les­ti­al home;
To us a child is born, a son is giv’n!

O mu­sic of the past,
The sweet­est and the last
Of all the notes of ages gone is this,
That tells of His great birth,
That sings of peace on earth,
And man re­stored to more than pri­mal bliss.

O lin­ger­ing night, speed on!
Arise, thou gold­en sun,
And bring in ea­ger joy the day of days.
When the eter­nal Word
Creation’s King and Lord,
Takes flesh that He may flesh to glo­ry raise.

O wail­ing winds, be still,
O’er sea and plain and hill;
O storm and thun­der, halt your tu­mult, cease;
And breathe, thou lov­ing gale,
Thy od­ors soft ex­hale,
To greet the com­ing of the Prince of Peace.

He comes to breathe our air,
Our ve­ry flesh to wear;
He comes to die our death, to bear our load;
He comes to still our fears,
To wipe our fall­ing tears,
To heal and bless us—O Je­sus of God!

Over yon si­lent peak,
I see the fore­glow break,
That tells of glo­ry earth has ne­ver known;
The glo­ry of the King,
To whom all tribes shall bring
Their deep­est hom­age, praise, hon­or and crown.

Sing out, ye sons of men,
A louder, lof­ti­er strain!
Lift up your voice, O hap­py, blest Beth­le­hem!
Let psalm and hymn as­cend,
And with the in­cense blend
Arising from thy shrine, Je­ru­sa­lem!