Angelic hosts, who dwell above,

And taste the streams of sacred love,

Descend and teach mankind to sing

The honours of our new-born King.

’Tis done: behold the opening skies,

A band celestial meets our eyes;

Hark, hark! their well-tun’d harps of gold,

The wondrous tale of love unfold.

“Good-will to men, from God on high;

“Good-will the lawns and groves reply;

“Peace on earth, the Saviour reigns,”

Peace re-echoes through the plains.