How fair upon the mount­ains
The hast­ing feet which bring
Today the glo­ri­ous tid­ings
Which o’er the earth shall ring.

He reigns, our bless­èd Sav­ior,
He reigns, the King of Peace!
Today His heav­en­ly mis­sion
Begins and ne’er shall cease.

What though a new­born in­fant
He smiles on Ma­ry’s breast?
He comes to free the peo­ple
With sin and woe op­pressed.

He comes to break the fe­tters
Which bind the toil­ing slave
And bid from ev­ery hill­top
The flag of free­dom wave.

Break forth, ye lof­ty mount­ains,
And ye, O lit­tle hills,
Pour out your deep­est mu­sic,
And min­gle, tink­ling rills.

Let ev­ery voice in na­ture
Unite to swell the strain:
Today our bless­èd lead­er,
The Prince of Peace doth reign.