O glo­ry of Thy chos­en race,
Light of the na­tions, show Thy face;
We wait in faith Thy low­ly birth,
God’s glo­ry veiled to bless the earth.

Thee, Son of God, from Hea­ven’s high seat,
Thee, vir­gin born, we long to greet;
Redeemed by Thee, all worlds pro­claim
The won­der of Thy two­fold name.

This earth has seen Thy so­journ, Lord,
Who now art high in Hea­ven ad­ored;
In Hell’s dim vale Thy foot­steps trod:
The star-worlds hymned Thee back to God.

O migh­ty Sav­ior, King di­vine,
Subdue this realm of flesh made Thine;
Its fee­ble frame cries out for Thee;
Thy touch, Thy life, alone make free.

E’en now Thy man­ger gleams afar,
To wait­ing eyes a morn­ing star,
In each dark night to faith be­low
Its light un­quenched shall ev­er glow.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be,
All praise, eter­nal Son, to Thee,
Whom with the Spir­it we ad­ore,
One God, both now and ev­er more.