Child Divine

List! afar! what an­gel voic­es

Fall upon the win­ter night!

Earth amid the sound re­joic­es;

Broods of ev­il speed their flight.

List—for aye sweet words of glad­ness

Through the ge­ne­ra­tions roll

Calming ev­ery mourn­er’s sad­ness:

Christ is born—to save thy soul.

Child di­vine—what pow’rs are round Thee!

Health to man Thy pre­sence brings;

Age by age have my­ri­ads found Thee

Lord of lords and King of kings.

Born to heal what sin hath brok­en—

Born its cap­tives to re­lease—

Born—by pro­phet lips fore­spok­en—

Mighty God and Prince of Peace;

When the pas­sions rage in blin­dness

Thou their stor­my waves canst still;

Turning by Thy spell of kind­ness

Hate and mal­ice to good­will

Child di­vine—whoe’er hath known Thee

Hails the joy Thy pre­sence brings:

Thine through life—in death we own Thee

Lord of lords and King of kings.

Sing

ye hosts—tri­umph­ant throng­ing

Round the Lamb en­throned in light.

Sing

O man—the hymn pro­long­ing

Through thy toils of hour­ly fight.

Since what grace

what name­less glo­ry

Stooped to res­cue sons of Earth;

Grateful spread the won­drous sto­ry—

Hail th’in­car­nate Sav­ior’s birth.

Child di­vine

all hearts that know Thee

Know the strength Thy pre­sence brings—

Know what debt of love we owe Thee

Lord of lords and King of kings.