Whence those sounds sym­pho­ni­ous?
Solemn, sweet and rare,
Music most har­mo­ni­ous
Filling all the air:
Hark! ’tis an­gels sing­ing,
Singing here on earth;
Joyful tid­ings bring­ing,
Of the Sav­ior’s birth.

In that re­gion yon­der,
Where the an­gels sing,
Bursts of joy and won­der
Make the air to ring:
Praise and ado­ra­tion
Be to God above:
And to man, sal­va­tion,
Object now of love.

Now, ye hea­vens, sing ye;
Earth, break forth and cry;
O ye mount­ains, ring ye,
With the sound of joy;
For the Lord has done it:
His the vic­to­ry.
His own arm hath won it:
Israel shall be free.