Angels from the realms of glo­ry,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang cre­ation’s sto­ry
Now pro­claim Mes­si­ah’s birth.
Come and wor­ship, come and wor­ship,
Worship Christ, the new­born king.

Shepherds, in the field abid­ing,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with us is now re­sid­ing;
Yonder shines the in­fant light:
Come and wor­ship, come and wor­ship,
Worship Christ, the new­born king.

Sages, leave your con­tem­pla­tions,
Brighter vi­sions beam afar;
Seek the great De­sire of na­tions;
Ye have seen His na­tal star.
Come and wor­ship, come and wor­ship,
Worship Christ, the new­born king.

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly sing­ing o’er the plains,
And the moun­tains in re­ply
Echoing their joy­ous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in ex­cel­sis Deo!

Shepherds, why this ju­bi­lee?
Why your joy­ous strains pro­long?
What the glad­some tid­ings be
Which in­spire your hea­ven­ly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in ex­cel­sis Deo!

Come to Beth­le­hem and see
Christ whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bend­ed knee,
Christ the Lord, the new­born King.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in ex­cel­sis Deo!

See Him in a man­ger laid,
Whom the choirs of an­gels praise;
Mary, Jo­seph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in ex­cel­sis Deo!

Away in a man­ger,
No crib for a bed,
The lit­tle Lord Je­sus
Laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay,
The lit­tle Lord Je­sus,
Asleep on the hay.

The cat­tle are low­ing,
The Baby awakes,
But lit­tle Lord Je­sus,
No cry­ing He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Je­sus,
Look down from the sky
And stay by my cra­dle
Till morn­ing is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Je­sus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for­ev­er,
And love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear child­ren
In Thy ten­der care,
And fit us for Heav­en
To live with Thee there.

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

Now to the Lord sing praises
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

Good Chris­tian men, re­joice
With heart and soul, and voice;
Give ye heed to what we say:
News! News! Je­sus Christ is born to­day;
Ox and lamb be­fore Him bow;
And He is in the man­ger now.
Christ is born to­day!
Christ is born to­day!

Good Chris­tian men, re­joice,
With heart and soul and voice;
Now ye hear of end­less bliss:
Joy! Joy! Je­sus Christ was born for this!
He has op­ened the heav­en­ly door,
And man is blest for­ev­er­more.
Christ was born for this!
Christ was born for this!

Good Chris­tian men, re­joice,
With heart and soul and voice;
Now ye need not fear the grave:
Peace! Peace! Je­sus Christ was born to save!
Calls you one and calls you all,
To gain His ev­er­last­ing hall.
Christ was born to save!
Christ was born to save!

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 th’an­gel­ic host pro­claim,
Christ is born in Beth­le­hem!
Hark! the her­ald an­gels sing,
Glory to the new­born King!

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 with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Em­manu­el.
Hark! the her­ald an­gels sing,
Glory to the new­born King!

Hail the heav’n­ly 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.
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, good will to men,
From Heaven’s all gracious king.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing.

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

Joy to the world; the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her king:
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.

O come, all ye faith­ful,
Joyful and tri­um­phant,
O come ye, O come ye,
To Beth­le­hem.
Come and be­hold Him,
Born the King of an­gels;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of an­gels,
Sing in ex­ul­ta­tion;
O sing, all ye ci­ti­zens
Of Heav­en above!
Glory to God, all
Glory in the high­est;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this hap­py morn­ing;
Jesus, to Thee be all glo­ry giv­en;
Word of the Fa­ther,
Now in flesh ap­pear­ing.
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

O lit­tle town of Beth­le­hem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dream­less sleep
The si­lent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shin­eth
The ev­er­last­ing Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to­night.

How si­lent­ly, how si­lent­ly,
The won­drous Gift is giv’n;
So God im­parts to hu­man hearts
The bless­ings of His Heav’n.
No ear may hear His com­ing,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will re­ceive Him still,
The dear Christ en­ters in.

O ho­ly Child of Beth­le­hem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and en­ter in,
Be born in us to­day.
We hear the Christ­mas an­gels
The great glad tid­ings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Em­manu­el!

Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and Child.
Holy Infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight;
Glories stream from heav­en afar,
Heavenly hosts sing Al­le­luia!
Christ the Savior is born,
Christ the Savior is born!

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light;
Radiant beams from Thy ho­ly face
With the dawn of re­deem­ing grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

Silent night, holy night
Wondrous star, lend thy light;
With the angels let us sing,
Alleluia to our king;
Christ the Sav­ior is born,
Christ the Sav­ior is born!

What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and lamb are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the son of Mary.