Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men,
Before His highest throne;
Today He opens Heavín again
And gives us His own Son.
He leaves His heavínly Fatherís throne
Is born an Infant small,
And in a manger, poor and lone,
Lies in a humble stall.
He veils in flesh His power divine
A servantís form to take;
In want and lowliness must pine
Who Heavín and earth did make.
He nestles at His motherís breast,
Receives her tender care,
Whom angels hail with joy most blest,
King Davidís royal Heir.
íTis He who in these latter days
From Judahís tribe should come,
By Whom the Father would upraise
The Church, His Christendom.
A wondrous change which He does make!
He takes our flesh and blood,
And He conceals for sinnersí sake
His majesty of God.
He serves that I a lord may be;
A great exchange indeed!
Could Jesusí love do more for me
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.