1 Angels in bright at­tire
Descend from Heav’n to earth,
And spread the joy­ful news
Of our Re­deem­er’s birth;
Born in a house where ox­en fed,
A man­ger was His low­ly bed.

2 Glory to God, they sing
In most ex­alt­ed strains,
Peace and good will to men
So long as Je­sus reigns:
And reign He shall from shore to shore,
Till sun and moon shall shine no more.

3 We’ll join the heav’n­ly song,
And sound His name abroad;
Welcome, the won­drous Man,
The great in­car­nate God:
Hail, source di­vine of life and joy,
Thy praise shall e’er our lips em­ploy.

4 For love so great as Thine,
Ourselves to Thee we give;
’Tis all Thou dost de­mand,
Nor less wilt Thou re­ceive:
Before Thy feet we pros­trate fall;
Accept, dear Lord, our lit­tle all.