1 List! afar! what angel voices
Fall upon the winter night!
Earth amid the sound rejoices;
Broods of Evil speed their flight.
List—for aye sweet words of gladness
Through the generations roll,
Calming every mourner’s sadness:
"Christ is born—to save thy soul."
Child divine—what pow’rs are round Thee!
Health to man Thy presence brings;
Age by age have myriads found Thee
Lord of lords and King of kings.

2 Born to heal what sin hath broken—
Born its captives to release—
Born—by prophet lips forespoken—
Mighty God and Prince of Peace;
When the passions rage in blindness,
Thou their stormy waves canst still;
Turning by Thy spell of kindness
Hate and malice to goodwill,
Child divine—whoe’er hath known Thee
Hails the joy Thy presence brings:
Thine through life—in death we own Thee
Lord of lords and King of kings.

3 Sing, ye hosts—triumphant thronging
Round the Lamb enthroned in light.
Sing, O man—the hymn prolonging
Through thy toils of hourly fight.
Since what grace, what nameless glory
Stooped to rescue sons of Earth;
Grateful spread the wondrous story—
Hail th’incarnate Savior’s birth.
Child divine, all hearts that know Thee
Know the strength Thy presence brings—
Know what debt of love we owe Thee,
Lord of lords and King of kings.