The World’s Delight

Let sweet and ho­ly sound

Enwrap the earth around

For all the world’s De­light

In swath­ing bands is bound

And gold­en with His light

Is Beth­le­hem’s poor stall.

Hail! First and Last of all!

Hail! First and Last of all!

O Ba­by soft and weak

Thou mak­est my dumb heart speak;

O lit­tle Child most High

By this Thy love so meek

Grant me to live and die

In Thy sweet loy­al­ty.

Oh! call me af­ter Thee!

Oh! call me af­ter Thee!

Oh! Love of God the Sire!

O pi­ty­ing de­sire

Of His eter­nal Son!

From sin and quench­less fire

Our souls hath Je­sus won

To deck His pal­ace fair:

Oh would that we were there!

Oh would that we were there!

For glad­ness nev­er dies

In those im­mor­tal skies;

The gold­en tides of song

From choir­èd an­gels rise;

And in the tur­rets strong

Sweet bells make praise and pray­er;

Oh would that we were there!

Oh would that we were there!