Hark, what celestial sounds

Verse 1

Hark! what celestial sounds What music fills the air! Soft warbling to the morn, It strikes the ravished ear: Now all is still; now wild it floats, In tuneful notes, loud, sweet and shrill.

Verse 2

Th’angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine: See how from Heaven they bend, And in full chorus join: Fear not, they say, Great joy we bring: Jesus, your king, is born today.

Verse 3

He comes, your souls to save From death’s eternal gloom; To realms of bliss and light He lifts you from the tomb: Your voices raise, with sons of light; Your songs unite of endless praise.

Verse 4

Glory to God on high! Ye mortals spread the sound, And let your raptures fly To earth’s remotest bound; For peace on earth, from God in Heaven, To man is given, at Jesus’ birth.