The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory…full of grace and truth.@John 1:14

John F. Wade, circa 1743 (Adeste fideles). Translated from Latin to English by John C. Earle in Annus Sanctus, Volume I, edited by Orby Shipley (London & New York: Burns & Oates, 1884), pages 28–29.

Gambia (Fillmore) Frederick A. Fillmore, 1893 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Frederick A. Fillmore (1856–1925)

In triumph, joy and holy fear,
Draw near, ye faithful souls, draw near;
The infant King of Heav’n is here:
None treads aright but Bethlehem-ward;
Come hither and adore the Lord.

A maiden pure—oh, wondrous sight—
Has borne the very Light of light:
God is begotten out of night:
All grace is in this Infant stored;
Come hither, come, adore the Lord.

By angels called that bliss to taste,
The shepherds leave their flocks and haste
To see Him in a manger placed:
Then need we further be implored
To hasten and adore the Lord?

The wise men too—a star their guide—
By Herod sent, from Salem ride,
With incense, gold and myrrh supplied:
And with their gifts our hearts be poured
At those dear feet of Christ the Lord.

The glory of th’eternal Sire
Veiled under flesh we shall admire,
Nor quail before His awful fire:
That Infant swathed shall be adored:
Come hither, come, ’tis Christ the Lord.

Such love as this—who would not yearn
To love the lover in return?
Behold, with reverent zeal we burn
To see the Babe proud kings ignored,
And kiss the feet of Christ our Lord.

Ye choirs of blissful angels, sing;
Ye vaults of Heav’n, responsive ring,
All glory to our God and king;
Let floods of harmony be poured
From men below to Christ the Lord.

To Thee be glory who, today
In Bethlehem born, dost live alway:
Jesus, let none their steps delay
To visit Thee, th’eternal Word
Made flesh, and worship Christ the Lord.