1 Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men,
Before His highest throne,
Today He opens heaven again,
And gives us His own Son.

2 He leaves His heavenly Father's throne,
Is born an infant small,
And in a manger poor and lone
Lies in a humble stall.

3 He lays aside His power divine,
A servant's form doth take,
In want and lowness He doth pine
Who heaven and earth did make.

4 He nestles at His mother's breast,
Her milk His food must be,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
For David's house is He.

5 'Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah's tribe should come,
By whom the Lord again would raise
His Church, His Christendom.

6 A wondrous change which He doeth make;
He takes our flesh and blood,
And lays aside for sinners' sake
His majesty of God.

7 He serves, that I a lord may be;
A great exchange, indeed!
Could Jesus' love do more for me,
To help me in my need?

8 He opens us again the door
Of Paradise today;
The cherub guards the gate no more.
To God our thanks we pay.