Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king,
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled",
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem",
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king".

Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb,
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th'incarnate Deity,
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel,
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king".

Up on the house top reindeer pause,
Out jumps good old Santa Claus,
Down through the chimney with lots of toys,
All part of a little ones with Christmas joys.


Oh ho ho, who wouldn't go?
Ho-ho-ho who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click-click-click,
Down to the chimney with the good St. Nick.


First comes the stocking of little Nell,
Oh, dear Santa will fill it well,
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries,
One that can open and shut its eyes.


Oh ho ho, who wouldn't go?
Ho-ho-ho who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click-click-click,
Down to the chimney with the good St. Nick.