Christians, sing the in­car­na­tion
Of th’eter­nal Son of God,
Who, to save us, took our na­ture,
Soul and bo­dy, flesh and blood;
God, He saw man’s cru­el bond­age,
Who in death’s dark dun­geon lay;
Man, He came to fight man’s bat­tle,
And for man He won the day.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who for man as Man hath con­quered
In our own true flesh and blood.

King of kings and Lord of an­gels,
He put off His glo­ry-crown,
Had a sta­ble-cave for pal­ace,
And a man­ger for His throne;
Helpless lay, to whom cre­ation
All its life and be­ing owed,
And the low­ly He­brew maid­en
Was the mo­ther of her God.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who con­cealed His daz­zling God­head
’Neath the veil of flesh and blood.

Through a life of low­ly la­bor
He on earth was pleased to dwell,
All our want and sor­row shar­ing;
God with us, Em­ma­nu­el:
Yet, a dear­er, clos­er un­ion
Jesus in His love would frame;
He, the Pass­ov­er ful­fill­ing,
Gave Him­self as pas­chal Lamb.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who the heav’n­ly gifts be­queathed us
Of His own true flesh and blood.

Then, by man re­fused and hat­ed,
God for man vouch­safed to die,
Love di­vine its depth re­veal­ing
On the heights of Cal­va­ry;
Through His dy­ing the do­min­ion
From the ty­rant death was torn,
When its vic­tim rose its vic­tor
On the re­sur­rect­ion morn.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who through His eter­nal Spir­it
Offers His own flesh and blood.

Forty days of mys­tic con­verse
Lived on earth the Ris­en One,
Speaking of His earth­ly king­dom,
Ere He sought His heav’n­ly throne:
Then, His lat­est words a bless­ing,
He as­cend­ed up on high,
And through rank on rank of an­gels
Captive led cap­ti­vi­ty.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who the ho­li­est place hath en­tered
In our flesh and by His blood.

Now up­on the gold­en al­tar,
In the midst be­fore the throne,
Incense of His in­ter­ces­sion
He is of­fer­ing for His own.
And on earth at all His al­tars
His true pre­sence we adore,
And His sac­ri­fice is plead­ed,
Yea, till time shall be no more.
Alleluia, Al­le­luia
To th’in­car­nate Son of God,
Who, abid­ing Priest for­ev­er,
Still im­parts His flesh and blood.

Then, adored in high­est Hea­ven,
We shall see the vir­gin’s son,
All cre­ation bowed be­fore Him,
Man upon th’eter­nal throne:
Where, like sound of ma­ny wa­ters
In one ev­er ris­ing flood,
Myriad voic­es hymn His tri­umph,
Victim, Priest, in­car­nate God.
Worthy He all praise and bless­ing
Who, by dy­ing, death o’er­came;
Glory be to God for­ev­er!
Alleluia to the Lamb!