Wartburg Hymnal ‎#122

122. Good news from heav'n the angels bring

1 Good news from heav'n the angels bring,
Glad tidings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a Child is giv'n,
To crown us with the joy of heav'n.

2 This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid afford;
He will Himself our Savior be,
From all our sins to set us free.

3 All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn,
Whose love did not the sinner scorn:
In my distress Thou com'st to me;
What thanks shall I return to Thee?

4 Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.

5 Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

6 Praise God upon His heavenly throne,
Who gave to us His only Son;
For this His hosts, on joyful wing,
A blest New Year of mercy sing.

Text Information

• First Line: Good news from heav'n the angels bring
• Translator: A.T. Russell
• Translator: C. Winkworth
• Author: M. Luther
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Christmas
• Notes: Translated from "Vom Himmel hoch, da komm ich her" Tune: VOM HIMMEL HOCH

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