Savior of the Nations, Come

Savior of the na­tions

come;

Virgin’s Son

here make Thy home!

Marvel now

O Heav­en and earth

That the Lord chose such a birth.

Not by hu­man flesh and blood;

By the Spir­it of our God

Was the Word of God made flesh

Woman’s off­spring

pure and fresh.

Wondrous birth! O won­drous Child

Of the vir­gin un­de­filed!

Though by all the world dis­owned

Still to be in Heav­en en­throned.

From the Fa­ther forth He came

And re­turn­eth to the same

Captive lead­ing death and hell

High the song of tri­umph swell!

Thou

the Fa­ther’s on­ly Son

Hast ov­er sin the vic­to­ry won.

Boundless shall Thy king­dom be;

When shall we its glo­ries see?

Brightly doth Thy man­ger shine

Glorious is its light di­vine.

Let not sin o’er­cloud this light;

Ever be our faith thus bright.

Praise to God the Fa­ther sing

Praise to God the Son

our king

Praise to God the Spir­it be

Ever and eter­nal­ly.