Lamb, whose blood for all men streamed,
Light, that shone ere morn­ing beamed,
God and God’s eter­nal Son,
Ever with the Fa­ther one;

Splendor of the Fa­ther’s light,
Star of hope for ev­er bright,
Hearken to the pray­ers that flow
From Thy ser­vants here below.

Lord, re­mem­ber that in love
Thou didst leave Thy throne above,
Man’s frail na­ture to as­sume
In the ho­ly vir­gin’s womb.

Now Thy Church, each circ­ling year,
Celebrates that love so dear;
Love that brought Thee here alone,
For the guil­ty to atone.

Let not earth alone re­joice,
Seas and skies unite their voice
In a new song, to the morn
When the Lord of life was born.

Ransomed by the ho­ly tide
Shed from Thy most pre­cious side,
Joyful let us hail the morn
When the Lord of life was born.

Virgin-born, to Thee be praise,
Now and through eter­nal days;
Father, eq­ual praise to Thee,
With the Spi­rit, ever be.