Hark! Hark! What News the Angels Bring

Hark! hark! what news the an­gels bring!

Glad tid­ings of the new­born King;

The pro­mised Sav­ior of man­kind;

Sinners

in Him sal­va­tion find.

This is the day

and this the morn

Which hailed the al­migh­ty Sav­ior born

Born of the ho­ly vir­gin pure

Born with­out sin

from guilt se­cure.

Hail bless­èd vir­gin

full of grace!

Blessèd above all mor­tal race

Whose bless­èd womb brought forth in one

A God

a Sav­ior

and a Son.

Hail! per­fect God and per­fect Man

Thy won­drous birth what mind shall scan?

In vain the high­est ser­aph tries

To search Thy love’s deep mys­te­ries.

Arise

my soul

and then

my voice

In hymns of praise ear­ly re­joice

His fame ex­tol and mag­ni­fy

Upon these er­rands an­gels fly.

If an­gels sang at Je­sus’ birth

What cause for ho­ly joy on earth!

For us our fee­ble flesh He took

For us the realms of light for­sook.

Dear Christ

Thou didst Thy­self de­base

Thus to des­cend to hu­man race

And leave Thy Fa­ther’s throne above:

Lord

what could move Thee to this love?

Man that was made out of the dust

He found a para­dise at first;

But see the God of Heav­en and earth

Laid in a man­ger at His birth.

Surely the man­ger where He lies

Doth fig­ure out His sac­ri­fice

And by His birth all men may see

A pat­tern of hu­mil­ity.

Stupendous Child! my God and king!

The won­ders of Thy love I’ll sing;

To grate­ful ac­cents tune my voice

And

while I live

in Thee re­joice.

My soul

learn by Thy Sav­ior’s birth

For to de­base thy­self on earth

That I may be ex­alt­ed high

To live with Him eter­nal­ly.

I am re­solved whilst here I live

As I’m in du­ty bound

to give

All glo­ry to the De­ity

One God alone in per­sons three.