Angels, from the Realms of Glory- 149

Angels, from the realms of glory,

wing your flight o’er all the earth;

you who sang creation’s story,

now proclaim Messiah’s birth:

Come and worship, come and worship,

worship Christ, the new-born King.

Shepherds, in the fields abiding,

watching o’er your flocks by night,

God with us is now residing,

yonder shines the infant light:

Come and worship, come and worship,

worship Christ, the new-born King.

Sages, leave your contemplations

brighter visions beam afar;

seek the great Desire of nations,

you have seen the natal star:

Come and worship, come and worship,

worship Christ, the new-born King.

Saints before the altar bending,

watching long in hope and fear,

suddenly the Lord, descending,

here among us shall appear:

Come and worship, come and worship,

worship Christ, the new-born King.