Scripture Verse

The Word was made flesh. John 1:14


Michael Praetorius

Words: Am­brose of Mi­lan, cir­ca 397 (Ve­ni, Re­demp­tor gen­ti­um). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John M. Neale, 1862.

Music: Pu­er No­bis Nas­ci­tur Tri­er man­us­cript, 15th Cen­tu­ry. Adapt­ed by Mi­chael Prae­tor­i­us, 1609. Har­mo­ny by George R. Wood­ward, 1910 (🔊 pdf nwc).

John M. Neale


Come, Thou Redeemer of the earth,
Come, testify Thy virgin birth:
All lands admire—all times applaud:
Such is the birth that fits a God.

Begotten of no human will,
But of the Spirit, mystic still,
The Word of God, in flesh arrayed,
The promised fruit to man displayed.

The virgin womb that burden gained
With virgin honor all unstained;
The banners there of virtue glow;
God in His temple dwells below.

Proceeding from His chamber free
That royal home of chastity,
Giant of twofold substance, straight
His destined way He runs elate.

From God the Father He proceeds,
To God the Father back He speeds;
Proceeds as far as very hell,
Speeds back to light ineffable.

O equal to the Father, Thou!
Gird on Thy fleshly mantle now;
The weakness of our mortal state
With deathless might invigorate.

Thy cradle here shall glitter bright,
And darkness breathe a newer light,
Where endless faith shall shine serene,
And twilight never intervene.

All honor, laud and glory be,
O Jesu, virgin born, to Thee!
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.