Savior of the hea­then, known
As the pro­mised vir­gin’s son;
Come Thou won­der of the earth,
God or­dained Thee such a birth.

Not of flesh and blood the son,
Offspring of the Ho­ly One,
Born of Ma­ry ev­er blest,
God in flesh is ma­ni­fest.

Cherished is the ho­ly Child
By the mo­ther un­de­filed;
In the vir­gin, full of grace,
God has made His dwell­ing place.

Lo! He comes! the Lord of all
Leaves His bright and roy­al hall;
God and man, with gi­ant force,
Hastening to run His course.

To the Fa­ther whence He came
He returns with bright­er fame;
Down to hell He goes alone,
Then as­cends to God’s high throne.

Thou, the Fa­ther’s eq­ual, win
Victory in the flesh o’er sin;
So shall man, though weak and frail;
By the in­dwell­ing God pre­vail.

On Thy low­ly man­ger night
Sheds a pure un­wont­ed light;
Darkness must not en­ter here,
Faith abides in sun­shine clear.

Praise be to the Fa­ther done,
Praise be to the on­ly Son,
Praises to the Spir­it be,
Now and to eter­ni­ty.