All praise to Thee, eternal God,
Who, clothed in garb of flesh and blood,
Dost take a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.
Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us in the realms divine
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.
A little child, Thou art our guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth
That we may rise to heaven from earth.