O Blessèd Babe, of Mary Born
O blessèd Babe, of Mary born,
We greet Thee on this wondrous morn,
And do with joyful hearts now sing
In praise of Thee, Thou Infant King!
We laud Thee, O Immanuel,
Of whom did long the prophets tell--
The heir to David’s ancient crown,
The Lord of all to earth come down.
And yet, how mean is Thine estate!
No angel host on Thee doth wait;
A manger is Thy royal bed,
And on the hay doth lie Thy head.
For Thou hast come in poverty
That all Thy boundless grace might see,
And left the blissful realm above,
To be for us incarnate Love.
And so, with all the cherubim,
We raise to Thee a joyous hymn.
Oh, may we love Thee all our days,
And offer Thee our ceaseless praise!
Image: Medieval painting of the Nativity, by an unknown artist, from Wikimedia Commons