99 - Angels From the Realms of Glory

Angels from the realms of glory, wing your flight o'er all the earth; ye who sang creation's story now proclaim Messiah's birth:

Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn

king.

Shepherds, in the field 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 newborn king.

Sages, leave your contemplations, brighter visions beam afar; seek the great Desire of nations; ye have seen his natal star:

Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn king.

Saints, before the altar bending, watching long in hope and fear; suddenly the Lord, descending, in his temple shall appear:

Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn king.