The mighty Saviour comes from heaven,
He comes to save a world forgiven:
Hark! angels sing, and heavenly light
Shines round the shepherds in the night.
As glides his winged herald near,
The trembling shepherds shrink with fear;
Fear not, he cries, while love and grace
Beam from his heaven-illumined face.
Glad tidings of great joy he tells,
That He in whom all fulness dwells,