Let earth and Hea­ven com­bine,
Angels and men agree,
To praise in songs di­vine
Th’in­car­nate De­ity,
Our God con­tract­ed to a span,
Incomprehensibly made man.

He laid His glo­ry by,
He wrapped Him in our clay;
Unmarked by hu­man eye,
The la­tent God­head lay;
Infant of days He here be­came,
And bore the loved Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

See in that In­fant’s face
The depths of de­ity,
And la­bor while ye gaze
To sound the mys­te­ry:
In vain; ye an­gels gaze no more,
But fall, and si­lent­ly adore.

Unsearchable the love
That hath the Sav­ior brought,
The grace is far above
Of men or an­gels’ thought:
Suffice for us that God, we know,
Our God, is ma­ni­fest below.

He deigns in flesh t’ap­pear,
Widest ex­tremes to join;
To bring our vile­ness near,
And make us all di­vine:
And we the life of God shall know,
For God is ma­ni­fest below.

Made per­fect first in love,
And sanc­ti­fied by grace,
We shall from earth re­move,
And see His glo­ri­ous face:
His love shall then be ful­ly showed,
And man shall all be lost in God.