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.
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First Line: | Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Christmas |