Unto us a child is born,
Unto us a son is giv’n,
Child the mark of human scorn;
Son—the heir of earth and Heav’n;
Son of God, a human child;
God with us, His wondrous name;
Holy, harmless, undefiled,
Yet ordained to death and shame.
Oh, that by a worthy song
We might echo back the strain,
Erst that greeted, loud and long,
Bethlehem’s astonished plain!
Might the manger cradled King
With the shepherd watch behold,
And with star-led sages bring
Frankincense, and myrrh and gold!
Great Redeemer, Thou hast died;
Thou hast wrought the work sublime;
And the words have echoed wide
To the farthest bounds of time—
It is finished!—finished long
Is Thy great redemption plan;
And we bless Thee in our song,
Lord of angels, Son of Man!
Wonderful Thy name we call;
Counselor, to Thee we bow;
Mighty God, the Lord of all,
Father everlasting Thou,
Prince of Peace—Thy steadfast throne
Strong in judgment stands for aye;
Every land Thy might shall own,
All Thy scepter shall obey.