The Lord is come; the heav’ns pro­claim
His birth; the na­tions learn His name;
An un­known star di­rects the road
Of east­ern sag­es to their God.

All ye bright ar­mies of the skies,
Go, wor­ship where the Sav­ior lies;
Angels and kings be­fore Him bow,
Those gods on high and gods below.

Let id­ols tot­ter to the ground,
And their own wor­ship­pers con­found;
But Ju­dah shout, but Zi­on sing,
And earth con­fess her so­ve­reign king.