Classic Poem

Hark ! hark! what joyful sounds are these,
Which vibrate from above;
To earth (long troubled earth) be peace,
T'wards men good will and love.

As shepherds left their flocks and sought,
The new-born SAVIOUR dear;
So let us quit each wordly thought,
And look for JESU here.

Here, where he will be found of those,
Who seek his face aright;
And for their sov'reign king have chose,
Th' immortal heir of LIGHT.

Transported then, let all the earth,
For JESU [JESU] call;
And hail with songs of awful mirth,
This solemn FESTIVAL.