Sing We Now of Joy and Gladness

Sing we now of joy and glad­ness

Christ our king come down to earth

Frees man­kind from pain and sad­ness

Hail th’in­car­nate Sav­ior’s birth.

List

an­gel­ic strains are stream­ing

Through the Ori­ent skies;

Look

ce­les­ti­al light is beam­ing

On the won­der­ing shep­herds’ eyes.

Haste we

then

this birth­day morn­ing

To the Beth­le­hem cat­tle shed;

Heed we not

tho’ scant adorn­ing

Deck the low­ly man­ger bed;

Though man’s flesh­ly form He wear­eth

In His birth­place bare

He th’eter­nal king­dom shar­eth;

Christ Him­self is cra­dled there.

Offer we in plen­te­ous mea­sure

Gold and gem and cost­ly spice;

If our hearts at­tend our trea­sure

He’ll ac­cept the sac­ri­fice:

If to Him our life be giv­en

Raised from earth our eyes

He will grant us rest in Heav­en

In His rest—in para­dise.