From Yonder World I Come to Earth

From yon­der world I come to earth

To tell you of a Sav­ior’s birth;

Let now the glad ho­san­nahs ring—

Good news to fall­en man I bring!

To you this day is born a child

Son of a vir­gin un­de­filed;

A lit­tle babe—a gra­cious sight—

He’ll be your won­der and de­light.

’Tis Je­sus Christ

the heav’n­ly King!

Who doth for all a ran­som bring:

He will Him­self the Sav­ior be—

From all your sins He’ll set you free.

He brings sal­va­tion from ab­ove

Which God for you pre­pared in love;

That you with us be­yond the sky

May live in bliss

en­throned on high!

Then mark you now the signs aright—

The crib

the swad­dling mean and light;

The lit­tle Babe you there shall find

Received and hailed by all man­kind.

Oh! let us all be glad to­day

And with the shep­herds hom­age pay:

Come

see what God to us hath giv’n

His on­ly Son

sent down from Heav’n.

Awake

my soul! from sad­ness rise

Come

see what in the man­ger lies:

Who is this smil­ing in­fant Child?

’Tis lit­tle Je­sus

sweet and mild.

Twice wel­come

oh! Thou heav­en­ly Guest

To save a world with sin dis­tressed;

Com’st Thou in low­ly guise for me?

What hom­age shall I give to Thee!

Ah! Lord

eter­nal heav’n­ly King

Hast Thou be­come so mean a thing;

And hast Thou left Thy bliss­ful seat

To rest where colts and ox­en eat?

Were this wide world much wid­er made

With gold and cost­ly gems ar­rayed;

E’en then

by far too mean ’twould be

To make a lit­tle crib for Thee.

No silk­en robes sur­round Thy head—

A bunch of hay is all Thy bed!

Where Thou

a king

so rich and great

Art bright as in Thy heav’n­ly state.

All this

my Lord

has come to Thee

That Thou might’st show Thy truth to me:

Thou

who hast made the earth and sky

Hast deigned

a help­less babe

to lie.

Jesus

my Sav­ior

come to me—

Make here a lit­tle crib for Thee;

A bed make in this heart of mine

That I may aye re­mem­ber Thine.

Then

from my soul glad songs shall ring—

Of Thee each day I’ll gai­ly sing:

The glad ho­san­nahs will I raise

From heart that loves to sing Thy praise!

Praise God

ye ser­aphs round the throne—

Praise ye the Fa­ther and the Son;

God’s an­gel doth to us ap­pear—

Then let us hail the glad New Year.