O miracle of love and might!
The Lord of all, the heavenly Light,
Low in a stable lieth;
For us He bears
The toils and tears
Of earth: for us He dieth.
O Christ, Thy glorious poverty
Makes all Thy people rich in Thee:
To wealth untold it leads them.
With heavenly wine
And bread divine
Thy thirst and hunger feeds them.
Ye saints on earth, no more be sad:
This holy Babe will make you glad
With joy that knows no measure:
His life above
Is peace and love,
And pure unfading pleasure.
Then let your hearts be bold and strong
To echo forth the angel song—
To God be glory given;
On earth be peace,
Nor ever cease
Goodwill to men from Heaven.