Jesus, Re­deem­er, ere the light,
Born in trans­cend­ent glo­ry bright;
Effulgent Thou, with eq­ual beam
Proceeding from Thy Sire su­preme.

Thee the great Fa­ther’s light we know,
Eternal hope of all be­low;
Regard our pray­er, to Thee we fly,
Oh, hear Thy sup­pli­ant ser­vants’ cry.

Redeemer, blest Cre­at­or, Thou
For our re­demp­tion once didst bow;
Assuming, to av­ert our doom,
Man’s na­ture from the vir­gin’s womb.

This joy­ful day re­turns to prove
That mi­ra­cle of bound­less love,
When by the Fa­ther’s on­ly Son
The world’s sal­va­tion was be­gun.

Him the bright stars, the earth, the sea
And all be­neath Heav’n’s ca­no­py,
The au­thor of our birth anew,
Praise with new hymns and glo­ry due.

And we, whom Thy aton­ing blood
Has cleansed with pure re­deem­ing flood,
With hymns on this Thy na­tal day,
The trib­ute of our hom­age pay.

Jesus, of virg­in born, to Thee
May praise and glo­ry ev­er be,
With Fa­ther and with Ho­ly Ghost,
By men and Heav’n’s eter­nal host.