The prophets had glimpsed

And the angels had watched with awe
The unfolding plans of our faithful, redeeming God
What they longed for we have seen
What was promised we believe

Hope of the Ages, Isaiah’s great light
Abraham’s offspring
Blessing of Jacob, Judah’s might
Hope of the Ages, David’s true Son
Desire of nations, promised salvation
God with us

The vision once clouded

Has now to our hearts appeared
Once shrouded in myst’ry

Redemption has been made clear
Our Messiah now has come
Word made Flesh, the saving One

Hope of the Ages, Isaiah’s great light
Abraham’s offspring
Blessing of Jacob, Judah’s might
Hope of the Ages, David’s true Son
Desire of nations, promised salvation
God with us

All hail the One now revealed to the world
In Bethlehem born to a young virgin girl
Lamb without blemish yet cruelly betrayed
Who cried, “It is finished!” and rose from the grave
The Father’s great gift and the proof of His love
Hope of the Ages, our God here with us

Hope of the Ages, Isaiah’s great light
Abraham’s offspring
Blessing of Jacob, Judah’s might
Hope of the Ages, David’s true Son
Desire of nations, promised salvation
God with us

What glory now our eyes have seen,

From angels′ praise on high;

The King of Glory condescends,

To shine into our night.

Glory to God in the highest,

The saints and the angels sing.

Praise and adore him Messiah,

Glory to the newborn King.

And now we see the kingdom come,

The darkness turns to light.

The shout of sin is overthrown,

By the baby's cry.

And now this night our eyes have seen,

Our faith turned into sight;

The promise of the coming King

We now behold in Christ.

What Child is this, who, laid to rest,

On Mary's lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,

While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ, the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary!

Why lies He in such mean estate,

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christian, fear: for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,

Come, peasant, king to own Him.

The King of kings salvation brings;

Let loving hearts enthrone Him.