1 The Lord is come; the heav'ns proclaim His birth; the nations learn his name; An unknown star directs the road Of eastern sages to their God.
2 All ye bright armies of the skies, Go, worship where the Saviour lies; Angels and kings before him bow, Those gods on high and gods below.
3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound; But Sion shall his glories sing, And earth confess her sov'reign king.