1 O Jesus Christ, all praise to Thee,
Thou who art pleased a Man to be;
To dwell with men Thou dost not scorn,
And angels shout to see Thee born,
2 Th'eternal Father's only Son
Now takes a manger for His throne:
The everlasting fount of good,
Assumes our mortal flesh and blood.
3 He whom the world cannot enclose
In Mary's bosom doth repose;
To be a little Child He deigns
Who all things by Himself sustains.
4 Th'eternal Light to us descends,
Its brightness to the earth it lends,
And purely shines upon our night,
To make us children of the light.
5 The only Son, true God confessed,
To His own world now comes a Guest;
And through this vale of tears our Guide,
Doth in His heav'n our home provide.
6 In poorest guise to us He came,
Himself He bears our sin and shame,
That, as His heirs in heav'n above,
We may with angels share His love.
7 His love to show, surpassing thought!
God's Son this wondrous work hath wrought;
Then let us all unite to raise
Our song of glad, unceasing praise.
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #136