Angels, from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o’er all the earth,

Ye who sang creation’s story,

Now proclaim Messiah’s birth:

Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,

Watching o’er your flocks by night,

God with man is now residing,

Yonder shines the infant light;

Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

3 Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar;

Seek the great desire of nations;

Ye have seen his natal star!

Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

4 Saints, before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,

Suddenly, the Lord descending,

In his temple shall appear;

Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.