13173. From Yonder World I Come To Earth

1 From yonder world I come to earth,
To tell you of a Savior’s birth;
Let now the glad hosannahs ring—
Good news to fallen man I bring!

2 To you this day is born a child,
Son of a virgin undefiled;
A little babe—a gracious sight—
He’ll be your wonder and delight.

3 ’Tis Jesus Christ, the heav’nly King!
Who doth for all a ransom bring:
He will Himself the Savior be—
From all your sins He’ll set you free.

4 He brings salvation from above,
Which God for you prepared in love;
That you with us beyond the sky
May live in bliss, enthroned on high!

5 Then mark you now the signs aright—
The crib, the swaddling mean and light;
The little Babe you there shall find,
Received and hailed by all mankind.

6 Oh! let us all be glad today,
And with the shepherds homage pay:
Come, see what God to us hath giv’n,
His only Son, sent down from Heav’n.

7 Awake, my soul! from sadness rise,
Come, see what in the manger lies:
Who is this smiling infant Child?
’Tis little Jesus, sweet and mild.

8 Twice welcome, oh! Thou heavenly Guest,
To save a world with sin distressed;
Com’st Thou in lowly guise for me?
What homage shall I give to Thee!

9 Ah! Lord, eternal heav’nly King,
Hast Thou become so mean a thing;
And hast Thou left Thy blissful seat,
To rest where colts and oxen eat?

10 Were this wide world much wider made,
With gold and costly gems arrayed;
E’en then, by far too mean ’twould be,
To make a little crib for Thee.

11 No silken robes surround Thy head—
A bunch of hay is all Thy bed!
Where Thou, a king, so rich and great,
Art bright as in Thy heav’nly state.

12 All this, my Lord, has come to Thee,
That Thou might’st show Thy truth to me:
Thou, who hast made the earth and sky,
Hast deigned, a helpless babe, to lie.

13 Jesus, my Savior, come to me—
Make here a little crib for Thee;
A bed make in this heart of mine,
That I may aye remember Thine.

14 Then, from my soul glad songs shall ring—
Of Thee each day I’ll gaily sing:
The glad hosannahs will I raise
From heart that loves to sing Thy praise!

15 Praise God, ye seraphs round the throne—
Praise ye the Father and the Son;
God’s angel doth to us appear—
Then let us hail the glad New Year.

Text Information
First Line: From yonder world I come to earth
Title: From Yonder World I Come To Earth
Author: Martin Luther
Translator: John Hunt
Meter: LM
Language: English
Source: Geistliche Lieder (Wittenberg, Germany: 1535); Tr.: The Spiritual Songs of Martin Luther (London: Hamilton, Adams, 1853)
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Meter: LM
Key: C Major
Source: Geistliche Lieder (Leipzig, Germany, 1539)
Copyright: Public Domain

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