"hark!" the herald angels cry

leaning from the starry sky,

"in a manger christmas morn

christ the baby king is born!"

near him stand the lowly kine,

o'er her little babe divine

mother mary bends her face

full of wonder, tender grace.

kneeling are the wise men three,

silent in humility.

in the humble wooden stall

sleeps the baby king of all.

on the straw that warms his bed

shines the halo 'round his head,

like a little candle's light

making all the stable bright.

hark! the dewy heavens ring

with the song the angels sing,

"in a manger christmas morn

christ the baby king is born!"