Come ye lofty, come ye lowly
Let your songs of gladness ring;
In a stable lies the Holy,
In a manger rest the King:
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

See in Mary's arms reposing
Christ by highest heav'n adored;
Come, your circle round him closing,
Pious hearts that love the Lord.
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

Come, ye poor, no pomp of station
Robes the child your hearts adore;
He, the Lord of salvation who
Shares your want, is weak and poor
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

Oxen, round about behold them;
Rafters naked, cold, and bare,
See the shepherds, God has told them
That the Prince of life lies there.
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

High above a star is shining,
And the wise men haste from far;
Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining
For you all has ris'n the star.
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

Let us bring our poor oblations,
Thanks and love, and faith and praise;
Come, ye people, come ye nations,
All in all draw nigh to gaze.
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

Hark the Heav'n of heav'ns is ringing
Christ the Lord to man is born!
Are not all our hearts too singing,
Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn?
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.

Still the child, all pow'r possessing
Smiles as though the ages past,
And the song of Christmas blessing
Sweetly sinks to rest at last.
Let then rise from ev'ry nation,
Hymns of praise and adoration
Glory to God, Glory to God,
Glory to God in the highest.