O Lord, Our God, in Adoration

O Lord

our God

in ad­or­ation

We wor­ship You and bend the knee

With an­gel hosts our praises sing­ing

With long­ing eyes the Christ to see.

To shep­herds

an­gels tell the sto­ry

Who run with haste to Beth­l’hem near

That they might see this Child most ho­ly

And spread the word that all might hear.

Of vir­gin mo­ther pure and fa­vored

The King of kings is born this day.

A hum­ble sta­ble gives Him shel­ter—

His bed

a man­ger filled with hay.

This in­fant So­ver­eign comes as serv­ant—

For to this pur­pose was He sent.

His life and death and re­sur­rect­ion

Are sac­ri­fice and sa­cra­ment.

And so with kings we kneel be­fore Him

To of­fer gifts of frank­in­cense;

With myrrh and gold we make obla­tion—

Each Christ­ian heart on earth re­pents!

Be near us

Lord

when we are wea­ry;

Secure us to Your lov­ing breast

Until You bring us to Your king­dom

Where we shall find eter­nal rest.