1 Remember the time when our Saviour was born,
No house for a home but a stable forlorn;
His birthplace no more than where oxen did lie,
Yet He for all people most surely did die.

2 So now He’s ascended to Heaven above
And there to all nations revealed His sweet love;
While angels before Him in rapture doth sing,
In hymns most delightful make Heaven to ring.

3 So now we will praise Him for what He hath done,
And trust in His mercy for what is to come;
Be true to your King while the battle is o’er,
Then we’ll sing Hallelujah to God evermore.