O Glory of Thy Chosen Race

O glo­ry of Thy chos­en race

Light of the na­tions

show Thy face;

We wait in faith Thy low­ly birth

God’s glo­ry veiled to bless the earth.

Thee

Son of God

from Heav­en’s high seat

Thee

vir­gin born

we long to greet;

Redeemed by Thee

all worlds pro­claim

The won­der of Thy two­fold name.

This earth has seen Thy so­journ

Lord

Who now art high in Heav­en ad­ored;

In Hell’s dim vale Thy foot­steps trod:

The star-worlds hymned Thee back to God.

O migh­ty Sav­ior

King di­vine

Subdue this realm of flesh made Thine;

Its fee­ble frame cries out for Thee;

Thy touch

Thy life

alone make free.

E’en now Thy man­ger gleams afar

To wait­ing eyes a morn­ing star

In each dark night to faith be­low

Its light un­quenched shall ev­er glow.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

All praise

eter­nal Son

to Thee

Whom with the Spir­it we ad­ore

One God

both now and ev­er more.