Hark, the sounds me­lo­di­ous steal­ing
Thro’ the qui­et mid­night air;
Sweet, ser­aph­ic mu­sic peal­ing
Over all the land­scape fair.
Angel hosts of bright­est glo­ry,
Hover o’er a low­ly bed—
Bed of Him fore­told in sto­ry,
Son of Man, cre­ation’s Head.

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Singing, Glory to God,
Glory to God,
Glory to God in the high­est.
Singing, Glo­ry to God,
Glory to God,
Glory to God in the high­est.

Wise men tra­veled till they found Him,
Found a king in Beth­le­hem!
King, with sheep and cat­tle ’round Him?
King, with­out a dia­dem?
Yes! the Prince of Peace eter­nal,
King of kings, of lords the Lord!
Hark! the swell­ing choirs su­per­nal
As they join with one ac­cord:

Refrain

Let us lift our hearts and voic­es
Prince Im­man­ue­l’s praise to sing;
While the heav’n­ly host re­joic­es,
Let us, too, our trib­ute bring.
Heav’nward, now, His star is point­ing,
Where He sits at God’s right hand,
Unto each His crown ap­point­ing,
Who be­fore His throne shall stand.

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