Behold the Great Creator Makes

Behold the great Cre­at­or makes

Himself a house of clay

A robe of vir­gin flesh He takes

Which He will wear for ay.

Hark

hark

the wise eter­nal word

Like a weak in­fant cries!

In form of serv­ant is the Lord

And God in cra­dle lies.

This won­der struck the world am­azed

It shook the star­ry frame;

Squadrons of spir­its stood and gazed

Then down in troops they came.

Glad shep­herds ran to view this sight;

A choir of an­gels sings

And east­ern sag­es with de­light

Adore this King of kings.

Join then

all hearts that are not stone

And all our voic­es prove

To ce­le­brate this ho­ly One

The God of peace and love.