Category: hymns of prose

All you faithful, come joyfully and triumphantly! Come, come to Bethlehem! Come and behold him who was born: the king of angels. Choirs of angels, sing in exultation. All heaven’s citizens, sing! Glory in the highest to God. Yes, we greet you, Lord born this happy morning—Jesus, son of the Father, now appearing in flesh.…

Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let earth receive her king! Let every heart make room for him and let saints and angels sing. Rejoice! Rejoice when Jesus reigns and saints sing; while fields, floods, rocks, hills, and plains repeat the joy that’s sounding. Sin and sorrow won’t grow anymore. Nor will thorns…