Gloria (Hark the Herald Angels Sing)

Come to bethlehem and see
More than a story, it’ll set you free
Are you tired of the running?
Are you tired of the shame?
Baby born in a manger’s gonna break every chain
Angels fill up the heavens with the sound of his name

Gloria
To the promised one, to the only son
Gloria
Now the peasant king changes everything

Angels we have heard on high
Pierce the silent midnight sky
From a throne to a manger
Trading glory for shame
From a king to a stranger
With a love to proclaim
Angels fill up the heavens with the sound of his name

Come adore on bended knee
Lay your burden at the feet
Of christ the lord, the newborn king

Gloria