Angels, Form the Realms of Glory

I
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: 

Come and worship, come and worship, 
worship Christ, the newborn king.

II
Shepherds, in the field abiding,
watching o’er your flocks by night, 
God with us is now residing; 
yonder shines the infant light:

Come and worship, come and worship, 
worship Christ, the newborn king.

III
Sages, leave your contemplations,
brighter visions beam afar; 
seek the great Desire of nations; 
ye have seen his natal star:

Come and worship, come and worship, 
worship Christ, the newborn king.

IV
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear;
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear;

Come and worship, come and worship, 
worship Christ, the newborn king.