Hark the herald angels sing glory to the newborn king.
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners 
reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the 
skies.
With the angelic host proclaim, christ is born in 
bethlehem.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king.
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of 
old,
From angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps 
of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heavens all 
gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels 
sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful 
wings unfurled.
And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary 
world.
Above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering 
wing.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds, the blessed angels sing.
The blessed angels sing.