Hail, all hail the joy­ful morn!
Tell it forth from earth to Heav­en,
That to us a child is born,
That to us a son is giv­en.

Angels bend­ing from the sky,
Chanted at the won­drous birth,
Glory be to God on high
Peace, good-will to man on earth.

Him pro­phet­ic strains pro­claim
King of kings, the In­car­nate Word;
Great and won­der­ful His name,
Prince of Peace, the migh­ty God.

Join we then our fee­ble lays,
To the chor­us of the sky;
And, in songs of grate­ful praise,
Glory give to God on high.