First Line: 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 !
Worship Christ, the new-born King !

2 Shepherd sin the field abiding,
Watching o'er their flocks by night;
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the Infant-light :
Come and worship !
Worship Christ, the new-born King !

3 Sages,leave your contemplations ;
Brighter visions beam afar !
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star:
Come and worship !
Worship Christ, the new-born King!

4 Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear :
Come and worship !
Worship Christ, the new-born King !