All praise to Thee eternal God

once did the skies before thee bow;

a virgin’s arms contain thee now,

while angels, who in thee rejoice,

now listen for thine infant voice.

a little child, thou art our guest,

that weary ones in thee may rest;

forlorn and lowly is thy birth;

that we may rise to heaven from earth.

thou comest in the darksome night

to make us children of the light;

to make us, in the realms divine,

like thine own angels round thee shine.

all this for us thy love hath done;

by this to thee our love is won;

for this we tune our cheerful lays,

and sing our thanks in ceaseless praise.