Hark! the sound of angel voices
Over Bethlehem’s starlit plain;
Hark! the heavenly host rejoices,
Jesus comes on earth to reign.
See celestial radiance beaming,
Lighting up the midnight sky;
’Tis the promised day star gleaming,
’Tis the day spring from on high.
Westward, all along the ages,
Trace its pathway clear and bright;
Star of hope to eastern sages,
Radiant now with Gospel light.
Angels from the realms of glory,
Peace on earth delight to sing;
Christian, tell the wondrous story,
Go proclaim the Savior King.
Where the woodman’s axe is ringing,
Where the hunter roams alone,
Where the prairie flowers are springing,
Make the great Redeemer known.
While from California mountains
Pure and sweet the anthem swells,
Oregon’s dark wilds and fountains
Hail the sound of Sabbath bells.
Like an armèd host with banners,
Terrible in war array,
Zion comes with glad hosannas
To prepare her monarch’s way.
Unto Him all power is given,
All the world His sway shall own,
And on earth, as now in Heaven,
Shall His will be done alone.