Let an­gels and arch­an­gels sing
The won­der­ful Im­ma­nu­el’s name,
Adore with us our new-born king,
And still the joy­ful news pro­claim,
All earth and Heav’n be ev­er joined
To praise the Sav­ior of man­kind.

The ev­er­last­ing God comes down
To so­journ with the sons of men;
Without His ma­jes­ty or crown,
The Great In­vi­si­ble is seen;
Of all His daz­zling glo­ries shorn
The ev­er­last­ing God is born!

Angels, be­hold the In­fant’s face,
With rap­tur­ous awe the God­head own;
’Tis all your heav’n on Him to gaze,
And cast your crowns be­fore His throne;
Though now He on His foot­stool lies,
Ye know He built both earth and skies.

By Him in­to ex­ist­ence brought,
Ye sang the all-cre­at­ing Word;
Ye heard Him call our world from naught;
Again, in hon­or of your Lord,
Ye morn­ing-stars your hymns em­ploy,
And shout, ye sons of God, for joy.