A Child for Us Is Born This Day

A child for us is born this day

The an­gels’ king is He;

The Lord who ov­er all has sway

Nursed here vouch­safes to be.

In man­ger where the ass­es fed

The Child di­vine is laid;

Whom they as Christ ac­know­ledg­èd

As King and Lord ob­eyed.

With joy the an­gels fill­èd were

And with the Lord do sing;

Glory to God above the sphere

In tune­ful notes does ring.

Then Her­od

who with fear was seized

His en­vy great dis­plays;

With slaugh­tered babes must be ap­peased

Whose gore his fear al­lays.

Thou who wast born as on this day

Of vir­gin Ma­ry pure

Lead and con­duct us in the way

To joys which e’er en­dure.