Hark, the Hosts of Heaven Are Singing

Hark

the hosts of Heav’n are sing­ing

Praises to their new-born Lord

Strains of sweet­est mu­sic fling­ing

Not a note or word un­heard.

On this night

all nights ex­cel­ling

God’s high prais­es sound­ed forth

While the an­gels’ songs were tell­ing

Of the Lord’s mys­ter­ious birth.

Through the dark­ness

strange­ly splen­did

Flashed the light on shep­herds’ eyes;

As their low­ly flocks they tend­ed

Came new tid­ings from the skies.

All the hosts of Heav’n are chant­ing

Songs with pow­er to stir and thrill

And the uni­verse is pant­ing

Joy’s deep long­ings to ful­fill.

On this day then through cre­ation

Let the glo­ri­ous hymn ring out;

Let men hail the great sal­va­tion

God with us

with song and shout.