Glory be to God on high,
Love to man, and peace on earth;
Was the hymn which an­gels sang,
Blessed Sav­ior, at Thy birth.

Thou, O Lord, our teach­er art,
Lying in Thy cra­dle low,
Preaching there to all the world
What is best for all to know.

God for us His on­ly Son
Sent from high­est realms above;
Wondrous gift! and sur­est sign
Of a heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s love.

God’s own Son, who made the world,
Deigned a lit­tle child to be;
May we cast away all pride,
And be low­ly, Lord, like Thee!

God the Son our na­ture took,
Joining man to de­ity;
Make us keep our bo­dies pure,
And be ho­ly, Lord, like Thee!

God the Son has willed us all
Members of Him­self to be;
Make us seek each oth­er’s weal,
And be lov­ing, Lord, like Thee!

Glory to the Fa­ther give,
Glory to the Spi­rit be,
And to our in­car­nate God,
Glory ever, Lord, to Thee!