Hark, how all the welkin rings,
\n\u201cGlory to the King of kings;
\nPeace on earth, and mercy mild,
\nGod and sinners reconciled!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
\nJoin the triumph of the skies;
\nUniversal nature say,
\n\u201cChrist the Lord is born to-day!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace!
\nHail, the Sun of Righteousness!
\nLight and life to all he brings,
\nRisen with healing in his wings.<\/p>\n
Mild He lays his glory by,
\nBorn that man no more may die;
\nBorn to raise the sons of earth;
\nBorn to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
\nFix in us thy humble home;
\nRise, the woman\u2019s conquering seed,
\nBruise in us the serpent\u2019s head.<\/p>\n
Now display thy saving power,
\nRuined nature now restore;
\nNow in mystic union join
\nThine to ours, and ours to thine.<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s likeness, Lord, efface;
\nStamp Thy image in its place.
\nSecond Adam from above,
\nReinstate us in thy love.<\/p>\n
Let us Thee, though lost, regain,
\nThee, the life, the inner Man:
\nO! to all thyself impart,
\nForm\u2019d in each believing heart.<\/p>\n