Come, na­tions, come, and hail from far,
Come hail the long-ex­pect­ed Star,
For He who sprung from Jes­se’s stem,
This day was born in Beth­le­hem.

Come, wan­der­ing pilg­rims, join the throng,
And list­en to the an­gel song,
Hark! as they chant the sweet re­frain,
Of Peace on earth, good will toward men.

No voice more dear, no song more bright,
Than that the an­gels sang the night
That ush­ered in the joy­ous morn
On which the Prince of Peace was born.

Haste with the shep­herds, haste away,
Haste see the place where Je­sus lay,
And with the an­gels hov­er­ing there,
Sing prais­es in the mid­night air.

Let Heav’n and earth in con­cert sing,
In ca­rols to the new­born King,
Re-echo­ing still the sweet re­frain,
Peace—peace on earth, good will to­ward men.