Text: | The Nativity of Jesus |
Author: | James Relly |
1 We celebrate the praise to day,
Of Godhead manifest in clay,
And of a woman born!
The promis'd Son to us is giv'n,
The glories of indulgent heav'n,
Our nature doth adorn.
2 Let it be told to distant lands,
How softly wrapp'd in swaddling bands,
And in a manger laid,
Was he, whom we with joy confess,
The glorious Lord, our righteousness!
Born of a favour'd maid.
3 Long did the saints with ardour sigh
To see his day, and thus did cry,
Desire of nations come:
More blest are we who see and prove,
The fulness of the Father's love,
The state of man, assume.
4 The Lord himself hath giv'n the sign
Of richest grace, and love divine,
Promise'd of old to man;
How that a virgin should conceive:
The wond'rous tidings we believe,
And praise her first born son.
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First Line: | We celebrate the praise to day |
Title: | The Nativity of Jesus |
Author: | James Relly |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Nativity of the Savior, Celebrated by Angels and Men |