1 Praise ye the Lord, ye Christians! Yea,
Praise the Eternal One,
Who opens heaven to us this day,
And gives us His own Son,
And gives us His own Son.
2 He comes from His loved Father's side,
Becomes an infant small,
And lies with scarce a want supplied
Weak in an humble stall.
3 His power divine aside is laid,
No crown adorns His brow;
The mighty God who all things made
Comes as a servant now.
4 He nestles at His mothers' breast,
Her precious nursling boy,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
And who is all their joy.
5 He is the Root of David's line,
King David's Lord and Son,
Through whom and by whose grace divine
The kingdom must be won.
6 A wonderful exchange He makes,
He puts on flesh and blood,
Then gives us back in what He takes,
His Godhead as our good.
7 He serves, that I a lord may be,
And gives His life for mine;
How could His love do more for me?
O mystery divine!
8 To-day He opens us the door
Of blissful Paradise,
The cherub threatens there no more;
Then let His praises rise!
Source: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal: with music #31a