Scripture Verse

Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:10–11


Richard W. Adams (1952–)

Words: From Em­ma F. Camp­bell, The Hymn Je­sus of Na­za­reth Pass­eth By—Its His­to­ry and Oth­er Vers­es (New York: M. E. Mun­son, 1909), page 23. Adapt­ed by Ri­chard W. Ad­ams, 2019 (pub­lic do­main).

Music: Tor­rance, ano­ny­mous, in The School Hym­nal (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion & Sab­bath School Work, 1900), num­ber 61 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Camp­bell (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


All hail, ho­ly day!
We wel­come again
With grate­ful re­joic­ing the morn
Which brought the glad news
To Judea’s plain
Of Je­sus—Im­man­uel—born!
O won­der of won­ders,
The King sent His Son!
See God in a frail, help­less child!
Omnipotent Rul­er
And man­kind in One,
Jehovah with man re­con­ciled.

The an­gels an­nounce
The tid­ings, and laud
The De­ity’s wond­er­ful birth,
Which brings hope to man,
New glo­ry to God,
Good will, peace and joy to the earth.
And down through the ag­es
Still sounds the re­frain,
The chor­us by an­gels begun;
Earth ech­oes to Hea­ven
The glo­ri­ous strain:
Sing praise to the in­car­nate Son!

See shep­herds and kings
The Christ-child sur­round,
And to Him their of­fer­ings bring;
With faith now made sight,
They hum­bly bow down,
Revering their Sav­ior and King;
Our gifts we now bring Him,
And hearts’ ear­nest plea,
With love’s grate­ful tears in our eyes,
We wor­ship the King,
Down on love’s bend­ed knee,
A gift He will ne­ver des­pise.