1  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 angelic hosts proclaim,

       "Christ is born in Bethlehem."

 2  Christ, by highest heav'n adored,

       Christ, the everlasting Lord:

    Late in time behold Him come,

       Offspring of a virgin's womb.

    Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,

       Hail th' incarnate Deity!

    Pleased as man with man to dwell,

       Jesus our Immanuel.

 3  Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!

       Hail the Sun of righteousness!

    Light and life to all He brings,

       Ris'n with healing in His wings:

    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.

 4  Come, Desire of nations, come!

       Fix in us Thy humble home:

    Rise, the woman's conqu'ring seed,

       Bruise in us the serpent's head;

    Adam's likeness now efface,

       Stamp Thine image in its place:

    Final Adam from above,

       Reinstate us in Thy love.