1 Behold, the great Creator makes
Himself a house of clay,
a robe of virgin flesh He takes
which He will wear for aye.
2 Hark, hark, the wise eternal Word
like a weak infant cries!
In form of servant is the Lord,
and God in cradle lies.
3 This wonder all the world amazed,
it shook the starry frame;
squadrons of spirits stood and gazed,
then down in troops they came.
4 Glad shepherds ran to view this sight;
a choir of angels sings,
and eastern sages with delight
adore this King of kings.
5 Join then, all hearts that are not stone,
and all our voices prove,
to celebrate this holy One,
the God of peace and love.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #137