We celebrate the praise today
Of God head manifest in clay,
And of a woman born!
The promised Son to us is givn,
The glories of indulgent heavn
Our nature doth adorn.
Long did the saints with ardor sigh
To see his day, and thus did cry,
Desire of nations come;
More blest are we who see and prove
The fullness of the Fathers love,
Born from the virgins womb.
We join with angel hosts to cry:
Glory to God, to God in high;
Peace on rebellious earth;
To man good will abounds from heavn;
The proof of all is richly givn
In this mysterious birth!