Hark! what ce­les­ti­al sounds
What mu­sic fills the air!
Soft warb­ling to the morn,
It strikes the rav­ished ear:
Now all is still; now wild it floats,
In tune­ful notes, loud, sweet and shrill.

Th’an­gel­ic hosts des­cend,
With har­mo­ny di­vine:
See how from Heav’n they bend,
And in full chor­us join:
Fear not, they say, Great joy we bring:
Jesus, your king, is born to­day.

He comes, your souls to save
From death’s eter­nal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light
He lifts you from the tomb:
Your voic­es raise, with sons of light;
Your songs unite of end­less praise.

Glory to God on high!
Ye mor­tals, spread the sound,
And let your rap­tures fly
To earth’s re­mot­est bound;
For peace on earth, from God in Heav’n,
To man is giv’n, at Je­sus’ birth.