Christmas Hymn (I.)

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,

Sing with joy and holy mirth;

Tell aloud the famous story

Of His spotless virgin birth:

How He comes, an infant stranger,

Here to dwell with us on earth.

Now the long-expected fulness

Of the sacred time draws nigh;

Now for us the Word eternal

Leaves his Father's throne on high;

From a virgin's womb appearing,

Cloth'd in our mortality.

All within a lowly manger,

Lo, a helpless Babe He lies;

See, His gentle virgin Mother

Lull to sleep His infant cries,

While the limbs of God incarnate

Round with swathing bands she ties.

Blessing, honour everlasting

To th' immortal Deity;

To the Father, Son, and Spirit,

Equal adoration be.

Prais'd be Thou through earth and heaven,

Sempiternal Unity.