Hail this day of grace and peace, of bright celestial dawn,

’Tis glory, not the sun, awakes this consecrated morn.

Hear the tidings from on high, Messiah’s wondrous birth!

Hear the angel tell the swains, He now inhabits earth.

And hear the host from heaven sing “Glory to God on high,

Peace on earth, good will to men,” the greeting from the sky.

See the lowly infant laid, a manger for his bed,

See a new-made star appear, to crown that infant head.

Then was heard the high command, “Angels before Him fall,

Worship your incarnate God, and crown Him Lord of all.”

“Glory to God” the angels sung, “Glory to God,” we sing,

And equal glory be to Thee, O Saviour, Lord and King.