Christians sing out with exultation

in him eternal might and power

to human weakness hath inclined;

and this poor child brings richest dower

of gifts and graces to mankind.

while here his majesty disguising,

a servant’s form the master wears,

behold the beams of glory rising,

e’en from his poverty and tears.

a stable serves him for a dwelling,

and for a bed a manger mean;

yet o’er his head, his advent telling,

a new and wondrous star is seen.

angels rehearse to men the story,

the joyful story of his birth;

to him they raise the anthem “glory

to god on high, and peace on earth!”

for through this holy incarnation

the primal curse is done away;

and blessèd peace o’er all creation

hath shed its pure and gentle ray.

then, in that heavenly concert joining,

o christian men, with one accord,

your voices tunefully combining,

salute the birthday of your lord!