With the shepherds, adoration
Let us bring to our Salvation,
Jesus, hope of every nation:
Fear not ye, the angels say.
Lo! the King of glory taketh
Mortal flesh: with us He maketh
His abode: to praise awaketh
Heaven upon His natal day.
See the eastern sages pouring
At His feet their gifts adoring:
More He is to them restoring:
Now to Him our hearts we bring.
Now to Jesus, through whose merit
We eternal joys inherit,
With the Father and the Spirit,
Let us thanks and praises sing.