Remember the time when our Sav­iour was born,
No house for a home but a sta­ble for­lorn;
His birth­place no more than where ox­en did lie,
Yet He for all peo­ple most sure­ly did die.

So now He’s as­cend­ed to Hea­ven above
And there to all na­tions re­vealed His sweet love;
While an­gels before Him in rap­ture doth sing,
In hymns most de­light­ful make Hea­ven to ring.

So now we will praise Him for what He hath done,
And trust in His mer­cy for what is to come;
Be true to your king while the bat­tle is o’er,
Then we’ll sing Hal­le­lu­jah to God ev­er­more.