1 Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled."
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King."

2 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 as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King."

3 Hail the heav'n-born 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 new-born King."

4 Come, Desire of nations, come!
Fix in us Thy humble home:
Rise, the woman's conq'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's Likeness now efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Re-instate us in Thy love.