Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears,
Angelic music fills the spheres;
Earth spreads the sound with decent mirth,
A God, a God is born on earth!
A God is born! the valleys cry;
A God is born! the hills reply;
Evening repeats to wondering morn,
A God, a God on earth is born!
|First Line:||Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears|
|Title:||Hark! hark! glad tiding charm our ears|