All Praise to Thee, Eternal Lord

All praise to Thee

eter­nal Lord

Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;

Choosing a mang­er for Thy throne

While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.

Once did the skies be­fore Thee bow;

A vir­gin’s arms con­tain Thee now

While an­gels

who in Thee re­joice

Now list­en for Thine in­fant voice.

A lit­tle child

Thou art our guest

That wea­ry ones in Thee may rest;

Forlorn and low­ly is Thy birth;

That we may rise to Heav­en from earth.

Thou com­est in the dark­some night

To make us child­ren of the light;

To make us

in the realms di­vine

Like Thine own an­gels round Thee shine.

All this for us Thy love hath done;

By this to Thee our love is won;

For this we tune our cheer­ful lays

And sing our thanks in cease­less praise.