Let Us All with Grateful Praises

Let us all with grate­ful prais­es

Celebrate the hap­py day

When the love­ly

lov­ing Je­sus

First par­took of hu­man clay:

When the heav­en­ly host as­sem­bled

Gazed with won­der from the sky:

Angels joyed and de­vils trem­bled

Neither ful­ly know­ing why.

Long had Sa­tan reigned im­per­ious

Till the wo­man’s pro­mised seed

Born a babe by birth mys­te­ri­ous

Came to bruise the ser­pent’s head.

Crush

dear Babe

his pow­er with­in us

Break our chains

and set us free.

Pull down all the bars be­tween us

’Till we fly

and cleave to Thee.

Shepherds on their flocks at­tend­ing

Shepherds that in night­time watched

Saw the mes­sen­ger des­cend­ing

From the court of Heav’n dis­patched.

Beams of glo­ry decked his mis­sion

Bursting through the veil of night.

Fear pos­sessed them at the vi­sion:

Sinners trem­ble at the light.

Dove-like meek­ness graced his vis­age;

Joy and love shone round his head.

Soon he cheered them with his mes­sage:

Comfort flowed from all he said.

“Fear not

fa­vo­rites of th’Al­migh­ty

Joyful news to you I bring.

You have now

in Da­vid’s ci­ty

Born

a Sav­ior

Christ the King.

Go and find the roy­al Strang­er

By these signs. A babe you’ll see

Weak

and ly­ing in a man­ger

Wrapped and swad­dled; that is He.

Straight a host of an­gels glo­ri­ous

Round the heav’n­ly her­ald throng

Utt’ring

in har­mo­ni­ous chor­us

Airs di­vine

this the song—

Glory first to God be giv­en

In the high­est heights; and then

Peace on earth

pro­claimed by Heav­en

Peace

and great good will to men.

Thus they sang

with rap­ture kind­ling

In the shep­herds’ hearts a flame

Joy and won­der sweet­ly ming­ling:

All be­liev­ers feel the same.

Lo

sweet Babe

we fall be­fore Thee.

Jesus

Thee we all ad­ore.

To Thee

king­dom

pow­er and glo­ry

We as­cribe for­ev­er­more.

Glory to our God be giv­en

In the high­est heights; and then

Peace on earth brought down from Heav­en

Peace

and great good will to men.