- Saviour of the heathen, come;
Show the Glory of the Son!
Marvel now, O Heav'n and Earth,
That our Lord chose such a birth.
- Not by human flesh and blood,
By the Spirit of our God
Was the word of God made flesh -
Woman's offspring, pure and fresh.
- Wondrous birth! O Wondrous Child
Of the Virgin undefiled!
Mighty God and man in One,
Eager now His Race to run!.
- Now Your lowly manger bright,
Hallows night with new born Light.
Let no night this Light subdue;
Let our faith sing ever new.
- Praise to God the Father sing,
Praise to God the Son, our King,
Praise to God the Spirit be,
Ever and eternally.
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