| Song | Hark! The Herald Trumpets Sing Fanfare |
| Artist | Mannheim Steamroller |
| Album | Christmas Symphony |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King, | |
| Peace on earth, and mercy mild, | |
| God and sinners reconcile. | |
| Joyful, all ye nations, rise, | |
| Join the triumph of the skies; | |
| With the angelic host proclaim, | |
| ‘Christ is born in Bethlehem’. | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King. | |
| Christ, by highest heaven adored, | |
| Christ, the everlasting Lord, | |
| Late in time behold him come, | |
| Offspring of a virgin’s womb | |
| Veiled in flesh the godhead see; | |
| Hail, the incarnate deity, | |
| Pleased as man with to dwell, | |
| Jesus, our Emmanuel! | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing. | |
| Glory to the newborn King. | |
| Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace! | |
| Hail the sun of righteousness! | |
| Light and life to all he brings, | |
| Risen with healing in his wings. | |
| Mild he lays his glory by, | |
| Born that man no more may die, | |
| Born to raise the suns of earth, | |
| Born to give them second birth. | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King. |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King, | |
| Peace on earth, and mercy mild, | |
| God and sinners reconcile. | |
| Joyful, all ye nations, rise, | |
| Join the triumph of the skies | |
| With the angelic host proclaim, | |
| ' Christ is born in Bethlehem'. | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King. | |
| Christ, by highest heaven adored, | |
| Christ, the everlasting Lord, | |
| Late in time behold him come, | |
| Offspring of a virgin' s womb | |
| Veiled in flesh the godhead see | |
| Hail, the incarnate deity, | |
| Pleased as man with to dwell, | |
| Jesus, our Emmanuel! | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing. | |
| Glory to the newborn King. | |
| Hail, the heavenborn Prince of peace! | |
| Hail the sun of righteousness! | |
| Light and life to all he brings, | |
| Risen with healing in his wings. | |
| Mild he lays his glory by, | |
| Born that man no more may die, | |
| Born to raise the suns of earth, | |
| Born to give them second birth. | |
| Hark! The herald angels sing, | |
| Glory to the newborn King. |