Do you hear what I hear? Hark the herald angels sing! Unto us a child is born. In that little town of Bethlehem. On a cold winter’s night that was so deep, it came upon a midnight clear.
Oh, Holy night! All is calm, all is bright. On Mary’s lap He is sleeping. Down in a lowly manger, our humble Christ was born.
Born is the king of Israel. Born thy people to deliver, born a child and yet a King. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Oh come, all ye faithful. Come let us adore Him. Come, adore on bended knee, Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.
Repeat the sounding joy. Let loving hearts enthrone Him. Come and behold him!
“Praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!'”
Behold, the one we sing about, His song resounding in our hearts as the joy of Christ rings clear.
Behold, the song whose words we’ve only just begun to learn.
Behold, the Conductor at the front, teaching us line by line to sing His praise in harmony.