O let your ming­ling voic­es rise
In grate­ful rap­ture to the skies,
And hail a Sav­ior’s birth;
Let songs of joy the day pro­claim,
When Je­sus all-tri­um­phant came,
To bless the sons of earth.

He comes to bid the wea­ry rest,
To heal the sin­ner’s wound­ed breast,
To bind the brok­en heart;
To spread the light of truth around,
And to the world’s re­mot­est bound
The hea­ven­ly gift im­part.

He comes our sink­ing souls to save,
From sin, from sor­row, and the grave,
And chase our fears away;
Triumphant ov­er death and time,
To lead us to a hap­pi­er clime,
Where reigns eter­nal day.

Then let your ming­ling voices rise,
In grate­ful rap­ture to the skies,
And hail a Sav­ior’s birth;
Let songs of joy the day pro­claim,
When Je­sus all-trium­phant came,
To bless the sons of earth.