God’s dear Son without beginning Whom the Jews of old did scorn, The Only Wise without all sinning On this blessèd day was born; To save us all from sin and thrall, When we in Satan’s chains were bound, And shed His blood to do us good, With many a purple bleeding wound.
Bethlehem, King David’s city, Was His birthplace, as we find, Who God and man endued with pity Was the Savior of mankind; Yet Jewry land with cruel hand, Both first and last His power envied; When He was born, they did Him scorn, And showed Him malice when He died.
Princely palace for our Savior In Judea was not found, But blessèd Mary’s meek behavior Patiently upon the ground Her Babe did place in vile disgrace, Where oxen in their stalls did feed; No midwife mild had this sweet Child No woman’s help at mother’s need.
Kingly robes nor golden treasure Decked the birthday of God’s Son; No pompous train at all took pleasure To this King of kings to run; No mantle brave could Jesus have Upon His cradle for to lie; Nor music’s charms in nurse’s arms To sing the Babe a lullaby.
Yet as Mary sat in solace By our Savior’s first beginning, The host of angels from God’s palace Sounded sweet from Heaven singing; Yea, Heav’n and earth for Jesus’ birth, With sweet melodious tunes abound, And everything for Jewry’s King, Upon the earth gave cheerful sound.
Now to Him that hath redeemed us By His death on Holy Rood, And though poor sinners so esteemed us, That He bought us with His blood, Yield lasting fame, that still the Name Of Jesus may be honored here; And let us say that Christmas Day Is still the best day of the year.
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love. O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth, And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth!
How silently, how silently, the wondrous Gift is giv’n; So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heav’n. No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.
Where children pure and happy pray to the blessèd Child, Where misery cries out to Thee, Son of the mother mild; Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door, The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, and Christmas comes once more.
O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel!