1 Down from Heav’n winging,
Angels come singing,
Joyous news bringing
Of Christ our Lord.
All ye confiding
In love unchiding,
Hail this good tiding
Of Christ our Lord.
2 Ye who in sadness,
Mourning sin’s madness,
Dare not in gladness
Welcome your Lord;
Leave the world’s Babel,
Seek this poor stable—
Ah! ’tis no fable—
Come, see your Lord.
3 Sinful and holy,
Great ones and lowly,
Yield your hearts wholly
Unto the Lord.
So life’s brief training,
In love unfeigning,
Ends in Heav’n gaining
Through Christ our Lord.
4 Learn what rich blessing,
Past all our guessing,
Comes through confessing
Jesus our Lord;
And, ever praising,
Love so amazing,
Join now in raising
Songs to our Lord.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11767