Martina McBride Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! The herald angels sing
'Glory to the newborn King;'
Peace on earth and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled.'
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph in skies;
With angelic host proclaim
'Christ is born in Bethlehem!'
Hark the herald angels sing
'Glory to the newborn King.'
Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord:
Late in time, behold Him come
Offspring of a virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail th'incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with men to dwell
Jesus our Immanuel
Hark! the herald angels sing
'Glory to the newborn King.'
Hail the heav'n born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing
'Glory to the newborn King.'
Come, Desire of nations, come
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Oh, to all Thyself impart
Formed in each believing heart!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!
