First Line: Never shone a light so fair

Never shone a light so fair,
Never fell so sweet a song,
As the chorus in the air
Chanted by the angel throng;
Every star took up the story :
Christ has come, the Prince of glory.
Come in humble hearts to dwell;
God with us, God with us,
God with us, Immanuel !

2 Still that Jubilee of song
Breaks upon the rising mora ;
While the anthem rolls along,
Floods of light the earth adorn ;
Old and young take up the story:

3 Welcome now the blessed day,
When we praise the Lord our King;
When we meet to praise and pray,
And His love with gladness sing;
Let the world take up the story :