Hark the herald angels sing glory to the newborn king.
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies.
With the angelic host proclaim, christ is born in bethlehem.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king.
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings unfurled.
And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering wing.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds, the blessed angels sing.
The blessed angels sing.
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies.
With the angelic host proclaim, christ is born in bethlehem.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king.
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings unfurled.
And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering wing.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds, the blessed angels sing.
The blessed angels sing.