Thou virgin-born incarnate Word,
Begotten of the Fa­ther,
Blest Son of Mary, David’s Lord,
In Thy dear name we gather.
As Thou hast promised, be Thou nigh,
And hear us as we testify,
Thou art the Christ, our Sav­ior.

The herald in the wilderness
Prepares the way before Thee;
With him let us Thy name confess,
With him let us adore Thee.
Grant that we hearken to his cry,
Repent, the kingdom draweth nigh,
And seek Thee, Christ our Sav­ior.

Thou art indeed God’s holy Son,
Beloved of Him so dearly,
The mighty works that Thou hast done
Reveal Thy Godhead clearly:
The blind can see, the sick are healed,
The lips once dumb are now unsealed,
All power is Thine, dear Je­sus!

Thou art our peace, our right­eous­ness,
The rock of our sal­va­tion.
Clothed in Thy garb of holiness,
We fear no condemnation.
Thy blood has cleansed away our sin,
Through Thee eter­nal life we win,
O cru­ci­fied Re­deem­er!