Once in royal David’s city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. He came down to earth from Heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable And His cradle
Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Peace on Earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Christ, by highest Heaven
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold. “Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from Heaven’s all-gracious King.” The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings
