1 Come, join with angel hosts to cry,
Glory to God, to God on high;
Peace on rebellious earth:
To man good will abounds from heav'n;
The proof of all is richly giv'n
In Christ's mysterious birth!

2 What things are these which angels say?
A Saviour born! yea, born to day,
In David's native town:
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
For so declares the heavn'ly word;
Hear, wonder, and bow down!

3 The wonderful, the holy child,
The everlasting Father stil'd,
The mighty God art thou;
The Counsellor, the Prince of Peace,
Whose glorious kingdom ne'er shall cease,
Nor wars, nor tumults know.

4 The cloud on our nativity
Dispels in this thy mystery,
Thou holy, undefil'd:
Our sinful nature's born again
In this thy birth, without a stain,
And can no more be spoil'd.