Behold, the Grace Appears!

Behold

the grace ap­pears

The pro­mise is ful­filled;

Mary

the won­drous vir­gin

bears

And Je­sus is the Child.

The Lord

the high­est God

Calls Him His on­ly Son;

He bids Him rule the lands abroad

And gives Him Da­vid’s throne.

O’er Ja­cob shall He reign

With a pe­cu­liar sway;

The na­tions shall His grace ob­tain

His king­dom ne’er de­cay.

To bring the glo­ri­ous news

A heav’n­ly form ap­pears;

He tells the shep­herds of their joys

And ban­ish­es their fears.

Go

hum­ble swains

said he

To Da­vid’s ci­ty fly;

The pro­mised In­fant

born to­day

Doth in a man­ger lie.

With looks and hearts se­rene

Go vis­it Christ your king;

And straight a flam­ing troop was seen:

The shep­herds heard them sing:

Glory to God on high!

And heav’n­ly peace on earth;

Goodwill to men

to an­gels joy

At the Re­deem­er’s birth!

In wor­ship so di­vine

Let saints em­ploy their tongues;

With the ce­les­ti­al hosts we join

And loud re­peat their songs:

Glory to God on high!

And heav’n­ly peace on earth;

Goodwill to men

to an­gels joy

At our Re­deem­er’s birth!