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, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn King.
Shepherds in the fields abiding, watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing; yonder shines the infant light:
Sages, leave your contemplations; brighter visions beam afar; seek the great Desire of nations; ye have seen his natal star:
Saints before the altar bending, watching long in hope and fear, suddenly the Lord, descending, in his temple shall appear:
All creation, join in praising God the Father, Spirit, Son; evermore your voices raising to th' eternal Three in One: