Christus! Anointed One!

Christus! An­oint­ed One! King at Thy birth!

We drape Thy ho­ly name with signs of mirth:

Bringing bright hol­ly and weird mis­tle­toe

With twin­ing ivy joy and glad­ness show.

Sing to Je­ho­vah’s name

blend­ed in One

Infinite God

the Fa­ther

Spir­it

Son;

Better than an­gels hath Je­sus the Way

Gained far more exc­el­lent a name than they.

Myth

fa­bles spoke of all na­tions’ De­sire

Through lutes of peace

and by Prome­thi­an fire;

But then Isai­ah saw vi­sion sub­lime

And preached the full­ness of the pro­mised time.

Hearken

O na­tions

and list­en

O land

For you a Prince

De­liv’rer

is at hand

Whose gen­tle gov­ern­ment shall e’er in­crease

A reign of right­eous­ness and love

and peace!

No long­er de­so­late des­erts are waste;

Fields wait for har­vest

O you reap­ers

haste!

Wilderness blos­som­ing

yes

as the rose

And cleans­ing

spark­ling springs in­vite re­pose.

Heav’n’s rul­er now our guest

greet Him

O earth!

Jesus

the ho­ly Child of pur­est birth!

Son of a vir­gin

yet mon­arch most high—

Hosanna to the King

ex­ult­ing cry!

Rejoice

O mo­ther

most bless­èd thou art

Among all wo­men’s names thine dwells apart;

Yes

mag­ni­fy Him

thy Sav­ior and Son

Whose rule

ex­pect­ed long

at last be­gun!

Wake psal­te­ry and harp! Sound cym­bal

lyre!

This na­tal day of Him whom hearts de­sire;

Blow ye the trum­pets

com­mand to the feast

Of Christ Im­ma­nu­el

our king

high priest!