Like the sound of many waters
Rolling on through ages long;
In a tide of rapture breaking—
Hark! the mighty choral song!
Let the heav’nly portals ring!
Christ is born, the Prince of glory!
Christ the Lord, our mighty King!
Lo! the Morning Star appeareth,
O’er the world, His beams are cast;
He the Alpha and Omega,
He the Great, the First, the Last.
Clap your hands with exultation!
Sing aloud, rejoice with mirth,
Peace her silver wing hath folded:
Lo! she comes to dwell on earth!
Savior, not with costly treasure
Do we gather at Thy throne,
All we have, our hearts we give Thee,
Consecrate them Thine alone.