And words most wonderful did there proclaim:
Tidings, glad tidings of the glorious Name!
He bade us haste to Bethlehem away
To find the Babe there born to us this day;
And then, when Paradise I see complete,
May it such strains to these glad ears repeat!
Then as from cloud the pealing thunder breaks
Till ’neath its voice the very mountain shakes,
So burst in chorus the celestial choir,
Each tongue aflame with heaven’s own altar fire,