Blessèd song that the throng
Of rejoicing angels brought,
From the heav’nly choirs above,
And to Judah’s shepherds taught;
Peace on earth, Christ is born,
Hail the first glad Christmas morn,
Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth, ’tis mercy’s plan,
Glory to God, good will to man,
Ever sing while you bring,
On each happy Christmas day,
Your hearts unto Him an offering.
Angels knew, God was true,
At His promised Savior’s birth,
Glad to tell the news they flew,
To the waiting sons of earth;
Then may we happy be,
We, whom Jesus came to free,
While we repeat their sweet chorus.
Banish care and despair,
While we keep this festal day,
Every grateful heart prepare,
Loving thanks and praise to pay;
Every tear, every fear,
Of the past and passing year,
Forget and sing with the angels.
Let us now humbly bow,
At the infant Savior’s feet,
Here record our solemn vow,
That no other king we’ll greet;
Him we crown, Him we own,
Savior, king and Lord alone,
Jesus! the glory of angels.