1 Thrice joyful night, with blessings dight,
Which saw the Savior’s birth;
From Heaven high my God is nigh
To calm the woes of earth.

2 When Eve’s sad fall had, like a pall,
Enshrouded all our race,
As man He came, for man to claim
A light for earth’s dark face.

3 Th’eternal Light, the Godhead bright,
In swathing bands they fold;
The King of all in lowly stall
The ox and ass behold.

4 Th’almighty Word whom hosts adored
A silent Infant lay;
The sun grows old, its beam falls cold;
What mean these marvels? Say!