1 Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men,
Before His highest throne;
Today He opens heav'n again
And gives us His own Son,
And gives us His own Son.
2 He leaves His heav'nly Father's throne,
Is born an infant small,
And in a manger, poor and lone,
Lies in a humble stall,
Lies in a humble stall.
3 He veils in flesh His pow'r divine
A servant's form to take;
In want and lowliness must pine
Who heav'n and earth did make,
Who heav'n and earth did make.
4 He nestles at His mother's breast,
Receives her tender care,
Whom angels hail with joy most blest,
King David's royal Heir,
King David's royal Heir.
5 'Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah's tribe should come,
By whom the Father would upraise
The Church, His Christendom,
The Church, His Christendom.
6 A wondrous change which He does make!
He takes our flesh and blood,
And He conceals for sinners' sake
His majesty of God,
His majesty of God.
7 He serves that I a lord may be;
A great exchange indeed!
Could Jesus' love do more for me
To help me in my need,
To help me in my need?
8 For us He opens wide the door
Of Paradise today;
The angel guards the gate no more,
To God our thanks we pay,
To God our thanks we pay.
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #148