Hark I Hear an Angel Sing.
Hark! I hear an angel sing—
Angels now are on the wing;
And their voices singing clear,
Tell us that the Spring is near.
Dost thou hear them, gentle one?
Dost thou see the glorious sun,
Rising higher in the sky.
As each day, as each day it passes by?
Chorus.—Hark I hear an angel sing—