Come, Thou Sav­ior of our race,
Choicest Gift of heav’n­ly grace!
O Thou bless­èd vir­gin’s Son,
Be Thy race on earth be­gun,
Be Thy race on earth be­gun.

Not of mor­tal blood or birth,
He des­cends from Hea­ven to earth;
By the Ho­ly Ghost con­ceived,
God and man by us be­lieved,
God and man by us be­lieved.

Wondrous birth! O won­drous Child
Of the vir­gin un­de­filed!
Though by all the world dis­owned,
Still to be in Hea­ven en­throned,
Still to be in Hea­ven en­throned.

From the Fa­ther forth He came,
And re­turn­eth to the same;
Captive lead­ing death and hell—
High the song of tri­umph swell,
High the song of tri­umph swell!

Equal to the Fa­ther now,
Though to dust Thou once didst bow,
Boundless shall Thy king­dom be;
When shall we its glo­ries see,
When shall we its glo­ries see?

Brightly doth Thy man­ger shine!
Glorious in its light di­vine:
Let not sin o’er­cloud this light,
Ever be our faith thus bright,
Ever be our faith thus bright.