1 Savior of the nations, come;
Show the glory of the Son!
Marvel now, O heav'n and earth,
That our Lord chose such a birth.

2 Not by human flesh and blood,
By the spirit of our God
Was the word of God made flesh
Woman's offsrping, pure and fresh.

3 Wondrous birth! O wondrous child
Of the Virgin undefiled!
Mighty God and man in one,
Eager now his race to run!

4 God Creator is his source,
Back to God he runs his course,
Down to death and hell descends,
God's high throne he reascends.

5 Now your lowly manger bright
Hallows night with newborn light;
Let no night this light subdue,
Let our faith shine ever new.