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:

Chorus:
Come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with us 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: