1 Lord Jesus Christ, all praise to Thee,
That Thou wast pleased a man to be;
Our low estate Thou didst not scorn;
And angels sang to see Thee born.

2 The heavenly Father’s only Son,
He left His rightful glorious throne;
The Lord through whom the worlds were made
Is in the humble manger laid.

3 The brightness of the light divine
Doth now into our darkness shine;
It breaks upon sin’s gloomy night
And makes us children of the light.

4 The Father’s Son, for ever blest,
Becomes in His own world a guest,
To lead us from this vale of strife
Into the everlasting life.