William Knapp - Hark, hark, what news the angels bring - текст песни (слова)

Hark! Hark! what News the Angels bring,
 glad tidings of the newborn King,
 The New-born King,
 Who is the Saviour of mankind
 in whom we may salvation find.
 
 Born of a Maiden undefiled,
 Meet Mother of the Heavenly Child,
 The Heavenly Child.
 
 This is the day, the blessed morn,
 The Saviour of mankind was born;
 Born of a maid, a virgin pure,
 Born without sin, from guilt secure.
 
 If angels sing at Christ his birth,
 Sure we have greater cause for mirth;
 For why? It was then for our sake
 Christ did our human nature take.
 
 Sweet Christ, thou didst thyself debase,
 Thus to descend to human race;
 And leave thy Father's throne above,
 Lord, what could move thee to this love?
 
 May we contemplate and admire
 And join with the celestial choir;
 Extend your voice above the sky:
 All glory be to God on high.