Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ [bad word] to Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ by highest heaven adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Light and life to all He brings
He with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Bringing hope through all the land
His to every child and man
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
 [bad word] All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant, [bad word] ye, [bad word] ye to [bad word] and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels; [bad word]  let us adore Him, [bad word]  let us adore Him, [bad word]  let us adore Him,
He is the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all his settleses of heaven above.
Glory to your heart glory in the Highest; [bad word]  let us adore Him, [bad word]  let us adore Him, [bad word]  let us adore Him,
He is the Lord.