How bright appears the Morning Star,
With mercy beaming from afar;
The host of heaven rejoices;
O Righteous Branch, O Jesse's Rod!
The Son of Man and Son of God!
We, too, will lift our voices:
Holy, holy, yet most lowly,
Come draw near us;
Great Immanuel, come and hear us.
Though circled by the hosts on high,
He deigned to cast a pitying eye
Upon his helpless creature;
The whole creation's head and Lord,
By highest seraphim adored,
Assumed our very nature;
Jesus, grant us,
Through your merit, to inherit
Hear, O hear our supplication.
Rejoice, O heavensand eart, reply;
With praise, O sinners, fill the sky,
For this his incarnation.
Incarnate God, put forth your power,
Ride on, ride on, great Conqueror,
Till all know your salvation.
Praise be given
Evermore, by earth and heaven.