The Great God of Heaven

The great God of Heav­en

Is come down to earth

His mo­ther a vir­gin

And sin­less His birth;

The Fa­ther eter­nal

His Fa­ther alone:

He sleeps in the man­ger;

He reigns on the throne.

Then let us ad­ore Him

And praise His great love:

To save us poor sin­ners

He came from ab­ove.

A babe on the breast

Of a maid­en He lies

Yet sits with the Fa­ther

On high in the skies;

Before Him their fac­es

The se­ra­phim hide

While Jo­seph stands wai­ting

Unscared

by His side.

Lo! here is Em­ma­nu­el

Here is the Child

The Son that was pro­mised

To Ma­ry so mild;

Whose pow­er and do­min­ion

Shall ev­er in­crease

The Prince that shall rule

O’er a king­dom of peace.

The won­der­ful Coun­se­lor

Boundless in might

The Fa­ther’s own im­age

The beam of His light;

Behold Him now wear­ing

The like­ness of man

Weak

help­less

and speech­less

In mea­sure a span.

O won­der of won­ders

Which none can un­fold:

The An­cient of Days is

An hour or two old;

The Mak­er of all things

Is made of the earth

Man is wor­shiped by an­gels

And God comes to birth:

The word in the bliss

Of the God­head re­mains

Yet in flesh comes to suf­fer

The keen­est of pains;

He is that He was

And for­ev­er shall be

But be­comes that He was not

For you and for me.