Verse 1
The angel-quires their voices raise
To hymn a new-born Infant’s praise,
Own his Divine, Almighty power,
And harping with their harps adore.
Verse 2
And shall the ransom’d sons of men
God in his humbled state disdain,
The manger, as the cross, despise,
Or stumble at their Maker’s cries?
Verse 3
Let Jews and Greeks as folly deem,
His infancy, his death blaspheme
(That two-fold rock of human pride,
A Saviour born and crucified!)
Verse 4
Who truly in our Lord believe,
With joy and triumph we receive
The saving grace in Christ bestow’d,
The Wisdom and the Power of God.