Where is the holy Heav’n-born Child,
Heir of the ev­er­last­ing throne,
Who Heav’n and earth hath re­con­ciled,
And God and man re­joined in one?

Shall we of earth­ly kings in­quire,
To courts or pal­ac­es re­pair?
The na­tions’ hope, the world’s de­sire,
Alas! we can­not find Him there.

Shall learn­ing show the sin­ner’s friend,
Or scribes a sight of Christ af­ford?
Us to His na­tal place they send,
But ne­ver go to see their Lord.

We search the out­ward Church in vain,
They can­not Him we seek de­clare,
They have not found the Son of Man,
Or known the sac­red name they bear.

Then let us turn no more aside,
But use the light Him­self im­parts,
His Spir­it is our sur­est guide,
His Spir­it glim­mer­ing in our hearts.

Drawn by His grace we come from far,
And fix on Heav’n our wist­ful eyes,
That ray di­vine, that ori­ent star
Directs us where the In­fant lies.

See there! the new­born Sav­ior see,
By faith dis­cern the great I Am;
’Tis He! the eter­nal God! ’tis He
That bears the mild Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

The Prince of Peace on earth is found,
The child is born, the son is giv’n;
Tell it to all the na­tions round,
Jehovah is come down from Heav’n!

Jehovah is come down to raise
His dy­ing crea­tures from their fall,
And all may now re­ceive the grace
Which brings eter­nal life to all.

Lord, we re­ceive the grace and Thee,
With joy un­speak­able re­ceive,
And rise Thine op­en face to see,
And one with God for ev­er live.