Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

For the herald angels sing, glory to the new God King. He's farther than mercy, I'll find him still his red and the smile. Joyful of King Nathan's rise, Joyful of Christ, father's size, When in every cross, proclaim,

Christ is all in death, for him, When in ten of the name, Christ is far with death, far ahead. My healthy days is the revive of man, the glory died. On the rays the sun's hour, on the gives and side of earth, will we be healing with his wings?

I when I, won't be praised, on another day died, Hail the men on Prince of Peace, On and on, on and on, And I, Hail the men on Prince of Peace.