1 Good news, this happy morn,
Glad tidings come from Heav’n!
To us a Child is born,
To us a Son is giv’n.
2 What prince of high renown
Doth Zion’s praise employ?
Who brings the angels down
To sing their song of joy?
3 The Humble and the Meek;
Of Him the angels sing;
To Him shall Zion seek,
For He is Zion’s king.
4 He comes, th’incarnate Word;
He comes, the Prince of peace;
The everlasting Lord,
Whose kingdom shall increase.
He quits His throne above,
Upon this earth to dwell;
Such lowliness and love
No human tongue can tell.
5 What prophets had foretold
And kings desired to see,
We with our eyes behold—
The Lord’s nativity.
6 In Bethl’hem’s mean abode
His sufferings began,
When Christ, the Son of God,
Became the Son of Man.
7 O Lord, Thine arm reveal,
That ere our course is run,
We all may know and feel
What Thou for man hast done.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14137
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