Come, Thou Savior of Our Race

Come

Thou Sav­ior of our race

Choicest Gift of heav’n­ly grace!

O Thou bless­èd vir­gin’s Son

Be Thy race on earth be­gun

Be Thy race on earth be­gun.

Not of mor­tal blood or birth

He des­cends from Heav­en to earth;

By the Ho­ly Ghost con­ceived

God and man by us be­lieved

God and man by us be­lieved.

Wondrous birth! O won­drous Child

Of the vir­gin un­de­filed!

Though by all the world dis­owned

Still to be in Heav­en en­throned

Still to be in Heav­en en­throned.

From the Fa­ther forth He came

And re­turn­eth to the same;

Captive lead­ing death and hell—

High the song of tri­umph swell

High the song of tri­umph swell!

Equal to the Fa­ther now

Though to dust Thou once didst bow

Boundless shall Thy king­dom be;

When shall we its glo­ries see

When shall we its glo­ries see?

Brightly doth Thy man­ger shine!

Glorious in its light di­vine:

Let not sin o’er­cloud this light

Ever be our faith thus bright

Ever be our faith thus bright.