O hark, what mean those glorious songs that break across the silent morn? Today rejoicing angel throngs proclaim the Prince of Peace is born. What mean those kneeling shepherd-folk in awestruck wonder hushed and dumb? To them the heavenly herald spoke to say the Prince of Peace is come. What means this Child, this humble birth in manger bed so roughly dressed? The Son of God has come to earth, and here the Prince of Peace must rest. What means this strangely radiant star whose lustrous beauty floods the sky? It leads the Magi, following far /Wise Men to where the Prince of Peace must lie. God haste the day when at his call the hosts of earth with heaven shall sing, when ransomed worlds before him fall and Christ, the Prince of Peace, is King!