Christians, Sing Out with Exultation

Christians

sing out with ex­ul­ta­tion

And praise your be­ne­fac­tor’s name!

Today the Au­thor of sal­va­tion

The Fa­ther’s well be­lov­èd came.

Of un­de­fil­èd vir­gin mo­ther

An in­fant

all di­vine

was born

And God Him­self be­came your bro­ther

Upon this happy Christ­mas morn.

In Him eter­nal might and pow­er

To hu­man weak­ness hath in­clined;

And this poor Child brings rich­est dow­er

Of gifts and grac­es to man­kind.

While here His ma­jes­ty dis­guis­ing

A serv­ant’s form the Mas­ter wears

Behold the beams of glo­ry ris­ing

E’en from His po­ver­ty and tears.

A sta­ble serves Him for a dwell­ing

And for a bed a man­ger mean;

Yet o’er His head

His ad­vent tell­ing

A new and won­drous star is seen.

Angels re­hearse to men the sto­ry

The joy­ful sto­ry of His birth;

To Him they raise the an­them—Glo­ry

To God on high

and peace on earth!

For through this ho­ly in­car­na­tion

The prim­al curse is done away;

And bless­èd peace o’er all cre­ation

Hath shed its pure and gen­tle ray.

Then

in that heav­en­ly con­cert join­ing

O Christ­ian men

with one ac­cord

Your voic­es tune­ful­ly com­bin­ing

Salute the birth­day of your Lord!