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Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the favored one. Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail, th'incarnate Deity, Pleased, as man, with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel! Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace! Hail! the Son of Righteousness! SongtexteLight and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the son of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the new-born King!"It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of goldPeace on the earth goodwill to men from heav'n all gracious KingThe world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels singFor lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of oldWhen with the ever circling years shall come the time foretoldWhen the new heav'n and earth shall on the Prince of peace their kingAnd the whole world send back the song which now the angels singStill through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurledAnd still their heavenly music floats o'er all the weary worldAbove its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wingAnd ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels singYet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered longBeneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of wrongAnd man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bringO hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels singO ye, beneath life's crushing load whose forms are bending lowWho toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slowLook now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wingO rest beside the weary road and hear the angels singFor lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen of oldWhen with the ever circling years shall come the time foretoldWhen peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendors flingAnd the whole world give back the song which now the angels sing Aus Songtexte Mania