Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Song Meaning
Matt Maher's reading keeps Charles Wesley's eighteenth-century hymn text almost entirely intact, and the second verse moves fast through some of Christianity's densest claims: "veiled in flesh the Godhead see, hail the incarnate Deity, pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel." Four lines cover what theologians spend volumes explaining.
The third verse turns from who Christ is to what he came to do, and does it just as quickly: "born that man no more may die, born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth." Each line pairs "born" with a different kind of rescue, refusing to let the birth stay just a birth.
Malachi's prophecy of a coming "sun of righteousness" rising "with healing in his wings" gives the hymn its unusual image directly — wings on a newborn king, borrowed language that would sound strange anywhere else. The added bridge, "won't you raise up your voice, join the Son of the King," turns three centuries of sung theology into a direct invitation rather than leaving it as history to observe from a distance.
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Christ by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time, behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
And the angels they sing
And the heavens they ring
Won't you raise up your voice
Join the Son of the King
Singing glory to God
And Peace on the earth
Sing it out now, the song of the King
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace
Hail the Son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings
Risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
And the angels they sing
And the heavens they ring
Won't you raise up your voice
Join the Son of the King
Singing glory to God
And Peace on the earth
Sing it out now, the song of the King