Let mu­sic break on this blest morn,
And sweet­ly ec­ho back to Heav’n,
For lo! the pro­mised Son is born,
The long ex­pect­ed One is giv’n.
Of old the pro­phets wrote of Him,
Predicting this most glad event,
And we, in one uni­ted hymn,
Now ce­le­brate the Sav­ior sent.
In Heav’n the an­gels sing of Him,
And won­der at His migh­ty love;
On earth we glad­ly chant the theme,
Thus join­ing in the song above.
Thus an­gels, pro­phets, sin­ners sing,
With all the num­bers saved in Heav’n,
And hail Thy ad­vent, Sav­ior, King,
One glo­ri­ous strain to all is giv’n.
Nor can we praise a wor­thi­er name,
Or sing of love so great as Thine;
No! end­less hon­or Thou dost claim,
Thy name and love are both di­vine;
Thy name and love are both di­vine.