Hark, Hark! Hark, Hark! What news those angels bring?
Glad tidings of a newborn King.
Born of a maid, a Virgin pure,
Born without sin from guilt secure.
Hail,
mighty Prince, eternal King,
Let heaven and earth rejoice and sing;
Angels and men, with one accord,
Break forth in song to praise the Lord.
Behold, behold, He comes and leaves the skies,
Awake ye slumbering mortals, rise;
Awake to joy and hail the morn,
A Saviour of this world was born.
Tyre Mill and Jo Greaves, the names given to this carol in
Oughtibridge, uses a slightly different verse:
Behold, He comes and leaves the skies,
Awake, ye slumbering mortals, rise;
Awake to joy and hail the morn,
On which the Lord, the Christ is born.
