A Day, A Day of Glory!

A day

a day of glo­ry!

A day that ends our woe!

A day that tells of tri­umph

Against our van­quished foe!

Yield

sum­mer’s bright­est sun­rise

To this De­cem­ber morn:

Lift up your gates

ye princ­es

And let the child be born!

With Gloria in ex­cel­sis

Archangels tell their mirth:

With Kyrie el­ëy­son

Men an­swer up­on earth:

And an­gels swell the tri­umph

And mor­tals raise the horn

Lift up your gates

ye princ­es

And let the Child be born.

He comes

His throne the man­ger;

He comes

His shrine the stall;

The ox and ass His cour­ti­ers

Who made and go­verns all:

The House of Bread His birth-place

The Prince of wine and corn:

Lift up your gates

ye princ­es

And let the Child be born.

Then bar the gates

that hence­forth

None thus may pas­sage win

Because the Prince of Is­ra­el

Alone hath en­tered in:

The earth

the sky

the ocean

His glo­ri­ous way adorn:

Lift up your gates

ye princ­es

And let the Child be born.