Ye flam­ing hosts en­throned in light,
To Christ your so­lemn an­thems raise;
Return the sound, Heav’n’s sac­red height,
And echo back, ye skies, His praise.

Gaze, ye as­ton­ished na­tions, gaze,
Fix on the Babe your won­der­ing eyes;
Hosannas to the In­fant raise,
And shout your ov­er­whelm­ing joys.

O man! ’tis thou alone who ought
To lead the uni­ver­sal song;
’Twas love to thee the Sav­ior brought,
From yon­der bright ador­ing throng.

Extol your king! ye f­avored race,
Emmanuel, His name adore;
Fall down and mag­ni­fy His grace,
And praise your God for­ev­er­more.

And thou, my soul, adore thy Lord,
Pay homa­ge to the ho­ly Child;
Salute the meek in­car­nate Word,
Whose glo­ry beams su­preme­ly mild.

Bow low be­fore the in­fant King,
And make thy kind­ling rap­tures known;
Thy rich­est of­fer­ings to Him bring,
And bless the Fa­ther’s eq­ual Son.