Scripture Verse

I will praise Thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto Thee among the nations. Psalm 57:9


William W. Gilchrist (1846–1916)

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­ti­vi­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 12.

Music: Glad Day Will­iam W. Gil­christ, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)


Sing, ye ransomed nations, sing
Praises to our new-born king;
Son of Man our maker is,
Lord of Hosts and Prince of Peace.

Lo! He lays His glo­ry by,
Emptied of His majesty!
See the God who all things made,
Humbly in a manger laid.

Cast we off our needless fear,
Boldly to His cratch draw near;
Jesus is our flesh and bone,
God with us is all our own.

Let us then with angels gaze
On our new-born monarch’s face,
With the choir celestial joined,
Shout the Sav­ior of mankind.

Son of Man, will He despise
Man’s well meaning sacrifice?
No; with condescending grace
He accepts His creatures’ praise.

Will His majesty disdain
The poor shepherd’s simple strain?
No; for Israel’s shepherd He
Loves their artless melody.

He will not refuse the song
Of the stammering infant’s tongue;
Babes He hears humanely mild,
Once Himself a little child.

Let us then our Prince pro­claim,
Humbly chant Immanuel’s name;
Publish at His wondrous birth
Praise in Hea­ven and peace on earth.

Triumph in our Sav­ior’s love,
Till He takes us up above,
All His majesty displays,
Shows us all His glo­ri­ous face.