A night of joy and wonder with all the hosts on high: the dark is rent asunder and glory fills the sky. By him whom love has given a robe of flesh is worn: the King, the King of heaven, a child on earth is born. Above the noise of riot there rings an angry cry; no power on earth can quiet' that shout of 'crucify.' A crown of thorn he borrows, a cross to be his throne; the King, the King of sorrows, has come to claim his own. The heavens still be praising and ransomed earth reply! Recount that love amazing, a Savior born to die! Rejoice to tell his story, his life of love recall, the King, the King of glory, eternal Lord of all!