Good news from Heav’n the an­gels bring,
Glad tid­ings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a Child is giv’n,
To crown us with the joy of Heav’n.

This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid af­ford;
He will Him­self our Sav­ior be,
From all our sins to set us free.

To us that bless­ed­ness He brings,
From which the Fa­ther’s boun­ty springs;
That in the hea­ven­ly realm we may
With Him enj­oy eter­nal day.

All hail, Thou no­ble Guest, this morn,
Whose love did not the sin­ner scorn:
In my dis­tress Thou com’st to me,
What thanks shall I re­turn to Thee?

Were earth a thou­sand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jew­els rare,
She yet were far too poor to be
A nar­row cra­dle, Lord, for Thee.

Ah, dear­est Je­sus, ho­ly Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, un­de­filed,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet cham­ber kept for Thee.

Praise God upon His hea­ven­ly throne;
Who gave to us His on­ly Son;
For this His hosts, on joy­ful wing,
A blest New Year of mer­cy sing.