The Savior, of the Virgin Born

The Sav­ior

of the vir­gin born

Was in a hum­ble man­ger laid

He

Lord of all

our flesh as­sumed

By whom the heav’ns and earth were made.

His life the ty­rant Her­od sought

And ev­ery su­btle art did try;

To wor­ship Him he made pre­tense

That he the In­fant might des­troy.

But pow­er di­vine His life pre­served

And now He reigns above the sky;

To Him who once from Her­od fled

Now mul­ti­tudes for safe­ty fly.