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".

Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon Virgin,
Mother and Child,
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight, Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born!

Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bobtails ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight, oh!


Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride,
In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,

In a one-horse open sleigh.


Now the ground is white,
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight,
Sing this sleighing song,
Get a bobtailed bay,
Two forty for his speed,
And hitch him to an open sleigh,
And you will take the lead.


Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride,
In a one-horse open sleigh, hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Oh, what fun it is to ride,
In one horse open sleigh!

O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,
How lovely are thy branches,
O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches,
Your boughs, so green in Summer-time,
Stay bravely green in Winter-time,
O Tannenbaum,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches.

O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches,
O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches,
Your boughs, so green in Summer-time,
Stay bravely green in Winter-time,
O Tannenbaum,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches.

O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,
How lovely are thy branches,
O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree,

How lovely are thy branches,
Your boughs, so green in Summer-time,
Stay bravely green in Winter-time,
O Tannenbaum,
O Christmas tree,
How lovely are thy branches.

Once in royal David's city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
There a mother laid her baby,
In a manger for
His bed, Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.


He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall,
With the poor, oppressed and wholly,
Lived on earth our
Savior holy.


And our eyes,
At last shall see
Him, Through
His own redeeming love,
For that child, so dear and gentle,
Is our
Lord in heaven above,
And He leads

His children along,
To the place where
He is gone,
And He leads
His children along,
To the place where
He is gone.