1 The time by Heaven foretold is come,
The year of Jubilee;
The day which kings and saints so long
So much desired to see.
2 He’s come, the mighty Savior’s come;
Hear and rejoice, thou earth;
Let every tongue the globe around
Hail the Redeemer’s birth.
3 Glory to God on high be given,
For peace to earth is brought!
Good will to wretched, dying men
Surpassing human thought.
4 See where the royal Infant lies,
In no rich bed of state,
A stable and a manger hold
This mighty Potentate.
5 There ’twas the wondering shepherds found
Their Savior and their king:
There too let us behold Him laid,
And whilst we wonder, sing.
6 The Father’s matchless love we praise,
We sing the Savior’s grace;
In mortal flesh arrayed the Son
Assumes the servant’s place.
7 Not tongues of men, nor angels’ songs
Can His abasement tell;
He dies upon th’accursèd tree
To save our souls from hell.
8 O how shall I such love requite?
My words are all too weak;
Lord, may each action of my life
Thy lasting honors speak.
9 Glory to God on high be given,
For peace to earth is brought!
Good will to wretched, dying men
Surpassing human thought.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9493