1 O Thou Redeemer of our race!
Come show the Virgin's Son to earth;
Let ev'ry age admire the grace;
Worthy a God thy human birth!
2 'Twas by no mortal will or aid,
But by the Holy Spirit's might
That flesh the Word of God was made,
A Babe yet waiting for the light.
3 As if from honor's royal hall,
Comes forth at length the Mighty One,
Whom Son of God and Man they all,
Eager His destined course to run.
4 Forth from the Father's bosom sent,
To Him returned, He claimed His own;
Down to the realms of death He went,
Then rose to share th'eternal throne.
5 An equal at the Father's side,
Thou wear'st the trophy of Thy flesh;
In Thee our nature shall abide
In strength complete, in beauty fresh.
6 With light divine Thy manger streams,
That kindles darkness into day;
Dimmed by no night henceforth, it beams:
Shine through all time with changeless ray.
Source: Wartburg Hymnal: for church, school and home #87