Hark! the sound of an­gel voic­es
Over Beth­le­hem’s star­lit plain;
Hark! the hea­ven­ly host re­joic­es,
Jesus comes on earth to reign.
See ce­les­ti­al ra­di­ance beam­ing,
Lighting up the mid­night sky;
’Tis the pro­mised day star gleam­ing,
’Tis the day spring from on high.

Westward, all along the ag­es,
Trace its path­way clear and bright;
Star of hope to east­ern sag­es,
Radiant now with Gos­pel light.
Angels from the realms of glo­ry,
Peace on earth de­light to sing;
Christian, tell the won­drous sto­ry,
Go pro­claim the Sav­ior King.

Where the wood­man’s axe is ring­ing,
Where the hunt­er roams alone,
Where the prair­ie flow­ers are spring­ing,
Make the great Re­deem­er known.
While from Ca­li­for­nia mount­ains
Pure and sweet the an­them swells,
Ore­gon’s dark wilds and fount­ains
Hail the sound of Sab­bath bells.

Like an arm­èd host with ban­ners,
Terrible in war ar­ray,
Zion comes with glad ho­san­nas
To pre­pare her mon­arch’s way.
Unto Him all pow­er is giv­en,
All the world His sway shall own,
And on earth, as now in Hea­ven,
Shall His will be done alone.