The Lord Is Come (Watts)

The Lord is come; the heav’ns pro­claim

His birth; the na­tions learn His name;

An un­known star di­rects the road

Of east­ern sag­es to their God.

All ye bright ar­mies of the skies

Go

wor­ship where the Sav­ior lies;

Angels and kings be­fore Him bow

Those gods on high and gods below.

Let id­ols tot­ter to the ground

And their own wor­ship­ers con­found;

But Ju­dah shout

but Zi­on sing

And earth con­fess her sov­er­eign king.