Come, and Christ the Lord Be Praising

Come

and Christ the Lord be prais­ing

Heart and mind to Him be rais­ing

Celebrate His love am­az­ing

Worthy folk of Christ­en­dom.

Sin

death

hell

may all be griev­ing

Satan shame feel to him cleav­ing;

We sal­va­tion free re­ceiv­ing

Cast our ev­ery care away.

See what God for us pro­vid­eth

Life that in His Son abid­eth

And our wea­ry steps He guid­eth

From earth’s woe to heav’n­ly joy.

His soul deep­ly for us feel­eth

He His love to us re­veal­eth

He who is in the heav­ens dwell­eth

Came to save us from our foe.

Jacob’s star His ad­vent mak­eth

Soothes the long­ing heart that ach­eth

And the ser­pent’s head He break­eth

Scattering the pow­ers of hell.

Op’d hath He and free­dom gained us

From the pris­on that con­tained us

Where much grief and sor­row pained us

And our hearts were bowed with woe.

O blest hour when we re­ceiv­èd

From the foe who us de­ceiv­èd

Liberty

when we be­liev­èd

And Thee

grac­ious Spir­it

praised.

Beauteous In­fant in the man­ger

O be­friend us! be­yond dan­ger

Bring us where is turned God’s an­ger

Where with an­gel hosts we’ll praise.