Christ is born, go tell the story,
Tell the nations of His birth:
Tell them that the
Lord of glory
Comes from Heav’n to dwell on earth:
Let the tidings
Fill the world with sacred mirth.
See, He lies in yonder manger:
Prince of Life His title is,
Midst His own, and yet a stranger,
All things seen and unseen His.
Wonder, O ye heav’ns, at this.
See fulfilled, prophetic vision,
Unto us a child is born;
Though an object of derision,
Though the theme of human scorn:
Yet His people
Hail His birth, and cease to mourn.
Hail Emmanuel, child of promise,
Lord of all, in humble guise;
Long detained, and absent from us,
Come at length to bless our eyes:
God the Savior, only wise!