|Text:||Christians, Sing Out with Exultation|
|Translator:||Henry L. Jenner|
1 Christians, sing out with exultation,
And praise your Benefactor’s name!
Today the Author of salvation,
The Father’s Well-beloved, came.
Of undefiled virgin mother
An Infant all divine was born,
And God Himself became your Brother
Upon this happy Christmas morn.
2 In Him eternal might and power
To human weakness hath inclined;
And this poor Child brings richest dower
Of gifts and graces to mankind.
While here, His majesty disguising,
A servant’s form the Master wears,
Behold the beams of glory rising,
E’en from His poverty and tears.
3 A stable serves Him for a dwelling
And for a bed a manger mean;
Yet o’er His head, His advent telling,
A new and wondrous star is seen.
Angels rehearse to men the story,
The joyful story of His birth;
To Him they raise the anthem--"Glory
To God on high and peace on earth!"
4 For thro' this holy incarnation
The primal curse is done away;
And blessed peace o’er all creation
Hath shed its pure and gentle ray.
Then, in that heav'nly concert joining,
O Christian men, with one accord,
Your voices tunefully combining,
Salute the birthday of your Lord!
|First Line:||Christians, sing out with exultation|
|Title:||Christians, Sing Out with Exultation|
|French Title:||Faisons éclater notre joie|
|Translator:||Henry L. Jenner (1886)|
|Author:||Benedict Pictet (1705, ab.)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: CHRISTMAS|