¶ Verse 1
Behold the great Creator makes
Himself a house of clay,
A robe of virgin flesh He takes
Which He will wear for ay.
¶ Verse 2
Hark, hark, the wise eternal Word,
Like a weak infant cries!
In form of servant is the Lord,
And God in cradles lies.
¶ Verse 3
This wonder struck the world amazed,
It shook the starry frame;
Squadrons of spirits stood and gazed,
Then down in troops they came.
¶ Verse 4
Glad shepherds ran to view this sight;
A choir of angels sings,
And eastern sages with delight
Adore this King of kings.
¶ Verse 5
Join then, all hearts that are not stone,
And all our voices prove,
To celebrate this holy One
The God of peace and love.
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