Hark, the Sounds Melodious Stealing

Hark

the sounds me­lo­di­ous steal­ing

Thro’ the qui­et mid­night air;

Sweet

ser­aph­ic mu­sic peal­ing

Over all the land­scape fair.

Angel hosts of bright­est glo­ry

Hover o’er a low­ly bed—

Bed of Him fore­told in sto­ry

Son of Man

cre­ation’s Head.

Singing

Glory to God

Glory to God

Glory to God in the high­est.

Singing

Glo­ry to God

Glory to God

Glory to God in the high­est.

Wise men tra­veled till they found Him

Found a king in Beth­le­hem!

King

with sheep and cat­tle ’round Him?

King

with­out a dia­dem?

Yes! the Prince of Peace eter­nal

King of kings

of lords the Lord!

Hark! the swell­ing choirs su­per­nal

As they join with one ac­cord:

Let us lift our hearts and voic­es

Prince Im­man­ue­l’s praise to sing;

While the heav’n­ly host re­joic­es

Let us

too

our trib­ute bring.

Heav’nward

now

His star is point­ing

Where He sits at God’s right hand

Unto each His crown ap­point­ing

Who be­fore His throne shall stand.