1 Praise ye the Lord, ye Christians!
Yea, praise th’Eternal One,
Who opens Heav’n to us this day,
And gives us His own Son.

2 He comes from His loved Father’s side,
Becomes an infant small,
And lies with scarce a want supplied,
Weak in a humble stall.

3 His power divine aside is laid,
No crown adorns His brow;
The mighty God who all things made
Comes as a servant now.

4 He nestles at His mother’s breast,
Her precious nursling boy,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
And who is all their joy.

5 He is the Root of David’s line.
King David’s Lord and Son,
Through whom and by whose grace divine
The kingdom must be won.

6 A wonderful exchange He makes,
He puts on flesh and blood,
Then gives us back in what He takes,
His Godhead as our good.

7 He serves, that I a lord may be.
And gives His life for mine;
How could His love do more for me?
O mystery divine!

8 Today He opens us the door
Of blissful paradise,
The cherub threatens there no more;
Then let His praises rise!