1. PRAISE God the Lord, ye sons of clay,
Before His highest throne,
Who opens heav'n again this day,
And gives us His own Son.

2. He leaves His heavenly Father's throne,
Is born an infant small,
And in a manger poor and lone
Lies in an humble stall.

3. He lays aside His power divine,
A servant's form doth take,
In want and lowness He doth pine
Who heav'n and earth did make.

4. He nestles at His mother's breast,
Her milk His food must be,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
For David's Root is He.

5. 'Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah's tribe should come,
By whom the Lord again would raise
His Church, His Christendom.

6. A wondrous change which He doth make!
He takes our flesh and blood,
And lays aside, for sinners' sake,
His majesty of God.

7. He serves that I a Lord may be--
A great exchange, indeed!
Could Jesus' love do more for me,
To help me in my need?

8. He opens us again the door
Of paradise to-day;
The cherub guards the gate no more.
To God our thanks we pay.