High let us swell our tune­ful notes,
And join th’an­gel­ic throng;
For ang­els no such love have known
T’awake a cheer­ful song.

Good will to sin­ful men is shown,
And peace on earth is giv’n;
For lo! th’in­car­nate Sav­ior comes
With mes­sag­es from Heav­en.

Justice and grace with sweet ac­cord
His ris­ing beams ad­orn;
Let Heav’n and earth in con­sort join
Now such a child is born.

Glory to God in high­est strains
In high­est worlds be paid;
His glo­ry by our lips pro­claimed,
And by our lives dis­played.

When shall we reach those bliss­ful realms,
Where Christ ex­alt­ed reigns,
And learn of the ce­les­ti­al choir
Their own im­mor­tal strains?