Good news from Heav???n the angels bring, Glad tidings to the earth they sing: To us this day a Child is giv???n, To crown us with the joy of Heav???n. All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn, Whose love did not the sinner scorn: In my distress Thou com???st to me, What thanks shall I return to Thee? Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. Praise God upon His heavenly throne; Who gave to us His only Son; For this His hosts, on joyful wing, A blest New Year of mercy sing.