1 All praise to you, eternal Lord,
clothed in our human flesh and blood,
a manger choosing for your throne,
while worlds on worlds are yours alone.

2 The skies did once before you bow;
a virgin's arms contain you now:
the angels who in you rejoiced
now listen for your infant voice.

3 A little child, you are our guest,
that weary ones in you may rest;
forlorn and lowly is your birth,
that we may rise to heav'n from earth.

4 You came to us in darkest night
to make us children of the light,
to make us, in the realms divine,
as your own angels round you shine.

5 All this for us your love has done;
by this to you our love is won:
for this we tune our cheerful lays,
and shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.