Immortal Babe, who this dear day
Didst change Thine Hea­ven for our clay,
And didst with flesh Thy God­head veil,
Eternal Son of God, all hail!

Shine, hap­py star, ye an­gels sing
Glory on high to Hea­ven’s king;
Run, shep­herds, leave your night­ly watch,
See Heav’n come down to Beth­le­hem’s cratch.

Worship, ye sag­es of the east,
The King of gods in mean­ness dressed;
O bless­èd maid, with smiles adore
The God thine arms, thy bo­som bore.

Star, an­gels, shep­herds, sag­es wise,
Thou vir­gin glo­ry of all eyes,
Restorèd frame of Hea­ven and earth,
Rejoice in your Re­deem­er’s birth!