The Christ of God hath come,
Long pro­mised, long de­layed!
True God, from Heav’n He com­eth down,
True man, of wo­man made.
The Son of God is here:
O fair and wel­come morn;
God ma­ni­fest in flesh hath come,
To us a child is born!

In low­li­ness He lies,
That bless­èd Babe of Heav’n;
Our God for us be­cometh man,
To us a son is giv’n!
He com­eth in His love,
For us on earth to live;
To bear all the bur­den of our guilt,
For us His life to give.

O ma­ny sid­ed love,
So bound­less and so free!
Love of the cra­dle and the cross,
What joy we find in Thee!
He com­eth in His grace,
The guil­ty to for­give;
He com­eth in His glo­ri­ous pow­er,
That mak­eth dead men live.

He comes to live our life,
He comes to weep our tears,
To give us sym­pa­thy in all
Our sor­rows and our fears.
He comes to die our death,
To en­ter our dark tomb,
To con­quer our last en­emy,
And rob the grave of gloom.

He com­eth, clothed in light,
To bid our dark­ness flee;
For night to give us day, for death
His im­mor­ta­li­ty.
The Christ of God we sing,
The Babe of Beth­le­hem!
And on His in­fant head we place
His roy­al dia­dem.

The crown of thorns is His,
That Child of po­ver­ty,
Who on this earth of ours can find
No place His head to lay.
The crown of Heav’n is His,
And an­gels own Him there.
The crown of earth shall yet be His,
And we that crown shall share.