1 Let all the Nations of the Earth
Sing of the great Redeemer's Birth!
That once despised Man:
O how immense the Mystery;
The Father of Eternity
contracted to a Span.
2 The fallen Sons of Men he took,
Such that were written in his Book,
Did all our State assume,
That we with him, from Sin set free,
That pure and holy Thing might be,
Born from the Virgin's Womb.
3 Lo! there a Man was born again,
Exempt from Adam's dreadful Stain,
And fully meet for Heav'n:
And here the fallen Sons of Earth
Aee born of God, this their New-birth,
This Grace to them is giv'n.
4 With Angel-Hosts we join to sing
The Praises of our new-born King,
Our God incarnate bless,
Whose holy, strange mysterious Birth,
Brought heavenly Joys to Sons of Earth,
With Peace and Righteousness.