Sing, O Sing, This Blessèd Morn

Sing

O sing

this bless­èd morn

Unto us a child is born

Unto us a son is giv’n

God Him­self comes down from Heav’n.

Sing

O sing

this bless­èd morn

Jesus Christ to­day is born.

Jesus Christ

the King of kings

Maker of all world­ly things

Now des­cends from Heav’n to earth

To re­store us by His birth.

God of God

and Light of Light

Come with mer­cies in­fi­nite

Joining in a wond­rous plan

Heav’n to earth and God to man.

God with us

Em­ma­nu­el

Deigns for ev­er now to dwell;

And on Ad­am’s fall­en race

Sheds the full­ness of His grace.

Truth and mer­cy show their face

And with lov­ing kiss em­brace;

Righteousness looks down from Heav’n

God is pleased

and man for­giv’n;

God comes down that man may rise

Lifted by Him to the skies;

He is Son of Man that we

By Him sons of God may be.

Human flesh is now be­come

Christ’s abode

the God­head’s home;

Royal pal­ace

sac­red shrine

For the Ma­jes­ty Di­vine.

Now we rise

from pri­son free;

Now we march to vic­to­ry

Flags of tri­umph are un­furled;

’Tis the birth­day of the world:

Now be­hold the ris­ing sun

Has his glo­ri­ous race begun;

Now the Bride­groom from above

Weds the bride

with heav’n­ly love;

O re­new us

Lord

we pray

With Thy Spir­it day by day

That we ev­er one may be

With the Fa­ther and with Thee.

Glory to the Fa­ther give

And to the Son in whom we live;

Glory to the Spir­it be

Godhead one

and Per­sons three.