1 All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.
2 Once did the skies before Thee bow;
A Virgin's arms contain Thee now;
Angels who did in Thee rejoice
Now listen for Thine infant voice.
3 A little Child, Thou art our Guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lonely is Thy birth,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.
4 Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us, in the realms Divine,
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.
5 All this for us Thy love hath done;
By this to Thee our love is won;
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.
|First Line:||All praise to Thee, eternal Lord|
|Author:||Martin Luther (1524)|
|Source:||Tr. Anon. Sabbath Hy. Bk., 1858|