Hark! The herald spirits sing,
"Glory to the newborn Prince!"
Peace on Third Earth, and mercy mild,
Gods and sinners reconciled
Joyful, all ye species, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies
With th' angelic host proclaim
"Lion-O is born in Cat's Lair."
Hark! The herald spirits sing,
"Glory to the newborn Prince!"
Lion-O, by the highest heav'n adored
Lion-O, the everlasting Lord
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the chosen one.
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see
Hail, th' incarnate Deity
Pleased, as a cat, with cats to dwell
Lion-O, out Emmanuel!
Hark! The herald spirits sing
"Glory to the newborn Prince!"
Hail! The heav'n born prince of peace!
Hail! The son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that species no more may die
Born to raise the animals of Third Earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald Spirits sing
"Glory to the newborn Prince!"