At the Birth of Christ Our King

At the birth of Christ our king

Angels made the heav­ens ring

Singing with a so­lemn joy

Glory to the Lord on high.

In an­gel­ic heights of bliss

They His ma­jes­ty con­fess;

Ravished with so grand a scene

They re­new their songs to Him.

Glory in the high­est height

Blazing with ma­jes­tic light

Shine in Da­vid’s root and rod

The in­car­nate Son of God.

Nature in its bright­est glow

Never can such glo­ry show;

Here alone

the great Three-One

Put Their bright­est glo­ries on.

O the won­ders of God’s ways

Here I AM

Him­self dis­plays;

And in spite of hell and sin

Here His hon­ors He’ll main­tain.

Sinners here by faith may view

What Om­ni­po­tence can do;

And in mea­sures sweet­ly trace

The rich trea­sures of this grace.

Come

ye mourn­ing souls

re­joice

Look

and with a cheer­ful voice

Sing the hon­ors of your God

Blazing in th’in­car­nate word.

Soon the whole elect shall know

All the glo­ry God can show;

And in bliss im­mor­tal sing

Hallelujahs to their king.