The new­born King who comes to­day
Brings tid­ings of great joy,
Which sin can ne­ver take away,
Nor death nor hell de­stroy.
Rejoice, ye Gen­tile lands, re­joice,
And hail this glo­ri­ous dawn,
For God comes down, frail man to crown:
The Lord of Life is born!

He comes not as a king of earth,
In pomp and pride to reign;
He seeks a poor and hum­ble birth,
But free from sin­ful stain;
Rejoice, ye Gen­tile lands, re­joice,
Glad hymns of tri­umph sing:
The Won­der­ful, the Coun­sel­or,
He comes, your God and king!

For us He leaves His Fa­ther’s throne,
His sap­phire throne on high,
And comes to dwell on earth alone,
For fall­en man to die.
Rejoice, ye Gen­tile lands, rejoice,
All hail Mes­si­ah’s dawn:
Our God comes down, earth’s joy and crown,
The King of Love is born!

Glad Gen­tiles in their east­ern home
His ra­di­ant star behold;
To God, their king, they joy to bring
Sweet in­cense, myrrh, and gold.
Rejoice, ye Gen­tile lands, re­joice,
In heaven your prais­es sing:
Before Him fall, the Lord of all,
Your mak­er and your king!

We join your song, ce­les­ti­al throng,
Whose an­thems ne­ver cease;
We tune our lyres, with an­gel choirs,
To hail the Prince of Peace!
Rejoice, ye Gen­tile lands, re­joice
All hail Im­ma­nu­el’s morn:
For God comes down, frail man to crown,
To us a child is born.