Christians, Sing the Incarnation

Christians

sing the in­car­na­tion

Of th’eter­nal Son of God

Who

to save us

took our na­ture

Soul and bo­dy

flesh and blood;

God

He saw man’s cru­el bond­age

Who in death’s dark dun­geon lay;

Man

He came to fight man’s bat­tle

And for man He won the day.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who for man as Man hath con­quered

In our own true flesh and blood.

King of kings and Lord of an­gels

He put off His glo­ry-crown

Had a sta­ble-cave for pal­ace

And a man­ger for His throne;

Helpless lay

to whom cre­ation

All its life and be­ing owed

And the low­ly He­brew maid­en

Was the mo­ther of her God.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who con­cealed His daz­zling God­head

’Neath the veil of flesh and blood.

Through a life of low­ly la­bor

He on earth was pleased to dwell

All our want and sor­row shar­ing;

God with us

Em­ma­nu­el:

Yet

a dear­er

clos­er un­ion

Jesus in His love would frame;

He

the Pass­ov­er ful­fill­ing

Gave Him­self as pas­chal Lamb.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who the heav’n­ly gifts be­queathed us

Of His own true flesh and blood.

Then

by man re­fused and hat­ed

God for man vouch­safed to die

Love di­vine its depth re­veal­ing

On the heights of Cal­va­ry;

Through His dy­ing the do­min­ion

From the ty­rant death was torn

When its vic­tim rose its vic­tor

On the re­sur­rect­ion morn.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who through His eter­nal Spir­it

Offers His own flesh and blood.

Forty days of mys­tic con­verse

Lived on earth the Ris­en One

Speaking of His earth­ly king­dom

Ere He sought His heav’n­ly throne:

Then

His lat­est words a bless­ing

He as­cend­ed up on high

And through rank on rank of an­gels

Captive led cap­tiv­ity.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who the ho­li­est place hath en­tered

In our flesh and by His blood.

Now up­on the gold­en al­tar

In the midst be­fore the throne

Incense of His in­ter­ces­sion

He is of­fer­ing for His own.

And on earth at all His al­tars

His true pre­sence we adore

And His sac­ri­fice is plead­ed

Yea

till time shall be no more.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia

To th’in­car­nate Son of God

Who

abid­ing Priest for­ev­er

Still im­parts His flesh and blood.

Then

adored in high­est Heav­en

We shall see the vir­gin’s son

All cre­ation bowed be­fore Him

Man upon th’eter­nal throne:

Where

like sound of ma­ny wa­ters

In one ev­er ris­ing flood

Myriad voic­es hymn His tri­umph

Victim

Priest

in­car­nate God.

Worthy He all praise and bless­ing

Who

by dy­ing

death o’er­came;

Glory be to God for­ev­er!

Alleluia to the Lamb!