1 Think on the mercy of our God,
Our great Redeemer's love;
How the dim waste of earth He trod,
And left His throne above;
And all frail man, His foe, to save,
And give him hope beyond the grave.

2 He came not in a warrior's path,
With mighty armies strong;
He came not as a God in wrath,
Avenging sinners' wrong:--
To preach on earth His Father's word,
A little child, came Christ the Lord.

3 Glad was our Saviour's natal morn,
Angels rejoiced in heaven;
That "unto us a Child is born,
To us a Son is given;"
And angels left their home on high,
To tell of Christ's nativity.