Tune: Lobt Gott, ihr Christen
Praise God, ye Christians one and all,
Before His highest throne:
Today He opes His heav’nly hall
And gives us His own Son,
And gives us His own Son.
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.
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.
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.
’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.
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.
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?
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
German Text (coming soon)