Hark, the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!"

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise!

"Faith, mighty faith the promise sees
And rests on that alone:
Laughs at impossibilities,
And says it shall be done."

"O may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul,
And drive me to the blood again
Which makes the wounded whole!"

God buries His workmen but carries on His work.