The Angel's Message

1 Good news, this happy morn,
Glad tidings come from Heav’n!
To us a Child is born,
To us a Son is giv’n.

2 What prince of high renown
Doth Zion’s praise employ?
Who brings the angels down
To sing their song of joy?

3 The Humble and the Meek;
Of Him the angels sing;
To Him shall Zion seek,
For He is Zion’s king.

4 He comes, th’incarnate Word;
He comes, the Prince of peace;
The everlasting Lord,
Whose kingdom shall increase.

He quits His throne above,
Upon this earth to dwell;
Such lowliness and love
No human tongue can tell.

5 What prophets had foretold
And kings desired to see,
We with our eyes behold—
The Lord’s nativity.

6 In Bethl’hem’s mean abode
His sufferings began,
When Christ, the Son of God,
Became the Son of Man.

7 O Lord, Thine arm reveal,
That ere our course is run,
We all may know and feel
What Thou for man hast done.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14137

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