Hark, the angel choirs proclaim
Joyfully the Savior’s name;
At His birth their armies cry:
Glory be to God on high!
God the Son, made flesh today,
Takes the guilt of man away;
Pardoned sinners, shout for joy.
As the glory shines around,
Fears the shepherd throng confound,
Till the angel’s cheering voice
Bids their timid hearts rejoice.
Hasting with obedient mind,
Him in swathing bands they find;
Him, by whom the worlds were made
In a lowly manger laid.
Glory be to God above,
Fountain of eternal love,
To the Father and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in one.