Behold, a lu­cid light ap­pears
Which bright­ens all the east­ern sky;
Hark, hark, what sounds sa­lute our ears,
All glo­ry give to God on high.

Good-will to men and peace on earth,
The hea­ven­ly choirs unit­ed cry
At the di­vine Re­deem­er’s birth,
And glo­ry be to God on high.

Let mor­tals catch the sac­red flame,
Till round the world the song shall fly,
Which sounds the great Re­deem­er’s name,
And glo­ry gives to God on high.