1 Sent from His heav’nly throne on high,
Let all the world beneath the sky
Adore the Savior newly come,
The Prince born today of virgin womb.
2 He who created Heaven and earth
Is clothèd in frame of mortal birth;
That flesh by flesh may be set free,
Nor His own creatures ruined be.
3 The Word which ere time’s course began,
Forth from His Father’s bosom ran,
Obedient now to time and to death
A helpless Infant draws its breath.
4 On straw the Almighty lays His head,
Nor spurns the manger for His bed;
And He who all creation feeds
The milk of human mother needs.
5 They guide the starry spheres, those hands
That now are wrapped in swathing bands;
All weak and weeping there He lies,
That He may raise us to the skies.
6 Hope of the whole wide earth, that Child,
Who calls us to His cradle mild,
How of such love our fitness prove
Save by return of answering love?
7 All honor, laud and glory be
O Jesus, Mary’s Son, to Thee;
To Father and the Spirit praise
Now and through endless length of days.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8385