1 Hark! hear ye not the angel song
The hills of Bethlehem among?
To you, this day, th’incarnate Word,
To you, the everlasting Lord.
2 To you, on earth, this happy morn,
To you the Prince of Peace is born,
Whilst heav’n re-echoes yet again
Peace—peace on earth, good will to men.
3 Thus angels sang, and thus sing we,
To God on high all glory be,
Let Him on earth His peace bestow,
And unto men His favor show.
4 For dead indeed must be the heart,
Thrice dead, which will not bear a part,
And with the angel choir proclaim,
A Savior born in Bethlehem.
5 Then men and maidens, young and old,
Come join the shepherds at the fold,
And singing list, and listening sing
A carol to our newborn king.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13187