1 Hark! hark! the notes of joy
Roll o’er the heavenly plains,
And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains:
Some new delight in Heaven is known;
Loud sound the harps around the throne.
2 Hark! hark! the sounds draw nigh;
The joyful hosts descend;
The Lord forsakes the sky;
To earth His footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.
3 Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let ev'ry mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity He can show:
Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll,
Convey the news from pole to pole.
4 Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel’s name;
Arise, ye sons of men,
And all His grace proclaim:
Angels and men, wake ev'ry string;
’Tis God the Saviour’s praise we sing.
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First Line: | Hark! hark! the notes of joy |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: advent of |