Behold the King of Kings

Verse 1

Come, join with angel hosts to cry, Glory to God, to God on high; Peace on rebellious earth: To man good will abounds from heav'n; The proof of all is richly giv'n In Christ's mysterious birth!

Verse 2

What things are these which angels say? A Saviour born! yea, born to day, In David's native town: A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; For so declares the heavn'ly word; Hear, wonder, and bow down!

Verse 3

The wonderful, the holy child, The everlasting Father stil'd, The mighty God art thou; The Counsellor, the Prince of Peace, Whose glorious kingdom ne'er shall cease, Nor wars, nor tumults know.

Verse 4

The cloud on our nativity Dispels in this thy mystery, Thou holy, undefil'd: Our sinful nature's born again In this thy birth, without a stain, And can no more be spoil'd.