The Mak­er of the sun and moon,
The Mak­er of our earth,
Lo! late in time, a fair­er boon,
Himself is brought to birth!

How blest was all cre­ation then,
When God so gave in­crease;
And Christ, to heal the hearts of men,
Brought right­eous­ness and peace!

No star in all the heights of heav’n
But burned to see Him go;
Yet un­to earth alone was giv’n
His hu­man form to know.

His hu­man form, by man de­nied,
Took death for hu­man sin:
His end­less love, through faith des­cried,
Still lives the world to win.

O per­fect love, out­pass­ing sight,
O light be­yond our ken,
Come down through all the world to­night,
And heal the hearts of men!