Good News From Heaven The Angels Bring

Good news from Heav'n the angels bring,

Glad tidings to the earth they sing:

To us this day a Child is giv'n,

To crown us with the joy of Heav'n.

All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn,

Whose love did not the sinner scorn:

In my distress Thou com'st to me,

What thanks shall I return to Thee?

Were earth a thousand times as fair,

Beset with gold and jewels rare,

She yet were far too poor to be

A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,

Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,

Within my heart, that it may be

A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

Praise God upon His heavenly throne;

Who gave to us His only Son;

For this His hosts, on joyful wing,

A blest New Year of mercy sing.