On Christmas night all Christians sing
To hear the news the angels bring:
News of great joy, news of great mirth,
News of our merciful King’s birth.
Angels with joy sing in the air,
No music may with theirs compare;
While prisoners in their chains rejoice
To hear the echoes of that voice.
So how on earth can men be sad,
When Jesus comes to make us glad;
From sin and hell to set us free,
And buy for us our liberty?
When sin departs before His grace,
Then life and health come in its place;
Angels and men with joy may sing,
All to see our newborn King.
Then out of darkness we see light,
Which makes the angels sing this night
“Glory to God and peace to men
Now and forevermore. Amen.”
---A folk carol of rural England & Ireland,
*known in some versons as "The Sussex Carol"
When Jesus comes to make us glad;
From sin and hell to set us free,
And buy for us our liberty?
When sin departs before His grace,
Then life and health come in its place;
Angels and men with joy may sing,
All to see our newborn King.
Then out of darkness we see light,
Which makes the angels sing this night
“Glory to God and peace to men
Now and forevermore. Amen.”
---A folk carol of rural England & Ireland,
*known in some versons as "The Sussex Carol"