Hail, sacred morning! whose bright rays

Beheld the new-born Prince of Peace

Come from the shining realms above,

To win the nations with His love.

CHORUS:

Sound, sound the trumpet, sound!

Let the sacred mirth abound,

And banish every slavish fear away:

Exalt his praises high,

With angels in the sky,

For Christ, the King of Glory’s born to-day.

No more shall Gentiles lie forlorn;

God’s everlasting Son is born!

Left all the grandeur of the sky,

For man, vile man, to bleed and die.

Behold the Lamb of God appears,

To chase away our gloomy fears;

Born greater blessings to restore,

Than our first parents lost before.

Sound, sound, &c.