With No Pomp of Earthly Splendor

With no pomp of earth­ly splen­dor

Comes the Sav­ior

pro­mised long

Heralded by an­gel voic­es

Blending in tri­umph­ant song;

On the shep­herds’ lone­ly vi­gil

Falls the ra­di­ance from afar;

Seek they now the new­born Mon­arch

Guided by the east­ern star.

Bow be­fore Him

and ad­ore Him;

At His feet your of­fer­ing fling;

Child in form

yet Lord of glo­ry

Christ of Heav’n and earth the King.

Humbly cra­dled in a man­ger

Helpless lies the slum­ber­ing Child

Guarded by the vir­gin mo­ther

Meek and low­ly

un­de­filed.

God with us

oh

bless­èd pro­mise!

Name all oth­er names ab­ove;

Human for our sins to suf­fer

But di­vine in match­less love.