Praise God the Lord, Ye Sons of Men

Tune: Lobt Gott, ihr Christen

  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,
    Who 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
    The majesty of God,
    The 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. He opens us again the door
    Of Paradise today;
    The angel guards the gate no more.
    To God our thanks we pay,
    To God our thanks we pay.

Lobt Gott, ihr Christen allzugleich
Nikolaus Herman, 1560
Tr. August Crull, alt.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 105


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