Come let us all rejoice
To see this happy morn;
We'll tune our hearts and raise our voice,
This day our Saviour's born.
'Go, humble
swain', said he,
'To David's city fly,
The promised infant born today,
Doth in a manger lie.'
Glory to God on
high,
And heavenly peace on earth;
Goodwill to men, to angels joy,
At our Redeemer's birth.
