Hark! the herald-angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!” Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th’ angelic hosts proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!” Hark! the herald-angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King!” 2. Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see; Hail, th’ incarnate Deity, Pleased as man with men to dwell; Jesus, our Emmanuel! Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wings. Hark! the herald-angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King!” 3. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home; Oh, to all Thyself impart, Formed in each believing heart! Hark! the herald-angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King!” Charles Wesley, 1739, a. 155 C. M. To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given, And on His shoulder ever rests All power in earth and heaven. 2. His name shall be the Prince of Peace, The everlasting Lord, The Wonderful, the Counselor, The God by all adored. 3. His righteous government and power Shall over all extend; On judgment and on justice based, His reign shall have no end. 4. Lord Jesus, reign in us, we pray, And make us Thine alone, Who with the Father ever art And Holy Spirit, one. J. Morison, 1781, abr. 156 4, 4, 11, 4, 4, 11 We Christians may Rejoice to-day, When Christ was born to comfort and to save us; Who thus believes No longer grieves, For none are lost who grasp the hope He gave us. 2. O wondrous joy, That God most high Should take our flesh and thus our race should honor; A virgin mild Hath born this Child; Such grace and glory God hath put upon her. 3. Sin brought us grief; But Christ, relief, When down to earth He came for our salvation; Since God with us Is dwelling thus, Who dares to speak the Christian’s condemnation? 4. Then hither throng With happy song To Him whose birth and death are our assurance; Through whom are we At last set free From sins and burdens that surpassed endurance. 5. Yes, let us praise Our God and raise Loud hallelujahs to the skies above us; The bliss bestowed To-day by God To ceaseless thankfulness and joy should move us. Caspar Fueger, † 1617; C. Winkworth, tr. 157