A day, a day of promise, a hope to end our woe
A day that tells of triumph against our vanquished foe
In flesh His entrance humble, the swaddling clothes His robe
The meek displayed in power, the Prince of Peace now known
Let angels shout the triumph as mortals raise their voice
Behold the Son of heav'n and earth, the King of Kings is born
A day, a day of glory, when Jesus calls us home
Our glorious King eternal returning for His own
Gloria, gloria, gloria, our King has come!
Gloria, gloria, gloria, our King has come!
Gloria, gloria, gloria, our King has come!
Yes, the King of Kings is born
Oh, the King of Kings is born