1 Savior of the nations, come;
Virgin's Son, make here your home.
Marvel now, both heav'n and earth,
That the Lord chose such a birth.

2 Not by human flesh and blood,
By the Spirit of our God
Was the Word of God made flesh,
Mary's offspring, pure and fresh.

3 You, the Father's only Son,
Have o'er sin the vict'ry won.
Boundless shall your kingdom be;
When shall we its glories see?

4 Brightly does your manger shine;
Glorious is its light divine.
Let not sin o'er cloud this light;
Ever be our faith thus bright.