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, 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.
Known as Hark, Harh! at
Black Bull, Ecclesfield
