Come, Thou Redeemer of the Earth

Come

Thou Re­deem­er of the earth

Come

tes­ti­fy Thy vir­gin birth:

All lands ad­mire—all times ap­plaud:

Such is the birth that fits a God.

Begotten of no hu­man will

But of the Spir­it

mys­tic still

The Word of God

in flesh ar­rayed

The pro­mised fruit to man dis­played.

The vir­gin womb that bur­den gained

With vir­gin hon­or all un­stained;

The ban­ners there of vir­tue glow;

God in His tem­ple dwells be­low.

Proceeding from His cham­ber free

That roy­al home of chas­ti­ty

Giant of two­fold sub­stance

straight

His des­tined way He runs elate.

From God the Fa­ther He pro­ceeds

To God the Fa­ther back He speeds;

Proceeds as far as ve­ry hell

Speeds back to light in­ef­fa­ble.

O eq­ual to the Fa­ther

Thou!

Gird on Thy flesh­ly man­tle now;

The weak­ness of our mor­tal state

With death­less might in­vi­go­rate.

Thy cra­dle here shall glit­ter bright

And dark­ness breathe a new­er light

Where end­less faith shall shine se­rene

And twil­ight nev­er in­ter­vene.

All hon­or

laud and glo­ry be

O Je­su

vir­gin born

to Thee!

All glo­ry

as is ev­er meet

To Fa­ther and to Pa­ra­clete.