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;
Jesus 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 every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show:
Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!
Bear the glad 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 every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.
|First Line:||Hark! hark!--the notes of joy|
|Topic:||Christ: Incarnation; The Glad Tidings|