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Earth kneel thy Prince before ;
The Virgin-born adore.
Maker of all, Himself hath He
In servant guise arrayed ;
And save the souls He made.
3 Word of the Sire--ere Time began,
The Father's breast He leaves ;
An infant's birth receives.
4 Where feeds the ox He deigns to feed,
The hay His pallet-bed ;
On whom the Saints are fed.
5 The Hands that wield earth, seas, and skies,
With swaddling bands are wound;
To lift us from the ground.
6 Judge of the world-His outstretched hands
Us to His crib invite;
A love as infinite.
7 Borne at the Virgin Mother's breast,
Lord Jesu, praise to Thee ;
To all eternity. Amen.
Let earth receive her King ;
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ;
Let men their songs employ ;
Repeat the sounding joy:
With all her different tongues ;
In melody and songs.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.
5 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
1 CHILDREN of the Heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing ;
2 Oye banished seed, be glad !
Christ our Advocate is made;
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest !
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lift your eyes, ye sons of Light!
Zion's city is in sight :
5 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand
Bids you undismayed go on. 6 Lord ! obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Scarce entered on this life of woe,
3 From heaven descending to fulfil
The bidding of His Father's will,
4 For love of us His woes begin ;
The Sinless suffers for our sin;
5 The wound He through the Law endures
Our freedom from that Law secures ;
6 Lord, circumcise our hearts, we pray,
And take what is not Thine away;
7 O Lord, the Virgin-born, to Thee
Eternal praise and glory be ;
7. Chandler. (tr.*)
Verbum quod ante secula.
With God before the world began,
A helpless new-born Child of man. 2 Already, on His sinless Head,
The streams of wrath begin to flow;
The taste of grief the Lord must know. 3 The lowliest poverty He bears,
That we may be with weaith supplied ;
A guilty world is purified.
A life obscure His glory hide :
And let the sight destroy thy pride. 5 O Thou who camest from the sky
To be the Lamb for sinners slain,
7. Chandler. (tr.) See Hymns for the New Year at page 263.