1 Angels, from the realms of glory,
wing your flight o’er all the earth.
As you sang creation’s story,
now proclaim Messiah’s birth;
come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn King.

2 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.

3 Sages, leave your contemplations—
brighter visions beam afar.
Seek the great desire of nations,
guided by his natal star;
come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn King.

4 Saints, before the altar bending,
watching long in hope and fear,
shall behold God's love unending:
Christ will once again appear;
come and worship, come and worship,
worship Christ, the newborn King.