Hark! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations, rise Join the triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Christ, by highest heaven

All praise their sacrificed sons Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them Walls are closing Channel surfing

It appears that we have reached the edge, that zenith where stimuli and comatose collide Forty years ago, the man proclaimed the age of the gross to be upon us, and even though the man was destroying our heritage and insulting our intelligence That era

We all hurt We all need We all cry, we all bleed. We have hope I've come to understand this If I could do more I promise you I would, Whisper your grief Scream your sorrow Proclaim your love