Tell the bless­èd tid­ings,
Children of the King,
With your glad ho­san­nas
Make the morn­ing ring:
Songs of His sal­va­tion,
Nevermore should cease;
Crown Him with your prais­es,
Hail Him Prince of Peace!
Round His throne of tri­umph
Happy hosts at­tend,
His the power and glo­ry,
Kingdom with­out end.

Tell the bless­èd tid­ings,
Ye whose ears have heard;
Tell it to the cap­tives
Waiting for His Word:
Tell the hun­gry na­tions,
Longing to be fed,
Of the liv­ing wa­ter
And the heav’n­ly bread.
Mighty to de­liv­er,
Tender guide and friend,
His the pow­er and glo­ry,
Kingdom with­out end.

Bear the bless­èd tid­ings,
Over land and sea;
Lo, the morn­ing break­eth,
And the sha­dows flee!
Whosoever hear­eth,
Speed the news along,
Join with men and an­gels,
In sal­va­tion’s song.
Christ the world’s Re­deem­er,
Savior, guide and friend!
Thine the pow­er and glo­ry,
Kingdom with­out end!