Sing, O Sing, This Blessed Morn

Sing, O sing, this blessed morn,
Unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is giv'n,
God Himself comes down from Heav'n.

Jesus Christ, the King of kings,
Maker of all worldly things,
Now descends from Heav'n to Earth,
To restore us by His birth;

God of God, and Light of Light,
Comes with mercies infinite;
Joining in a wondrous plan
Heav'n to earth and God to Man;

God with us, Emmanuel,
Deigns for ever now to dwell;
He on Adam's fallen race
Sheds the fullness of His Grace;

Truth and Mercy show their face,
And with loving kiss embrace;
Righteousness looks down from Heav'n,
God is pleased and Man forgiv'n;

God comes down that man may rise,
Lifted far above the skies
He is Son of Man, that we
Sons of God in Him may be;

Human flesh is now become
Christ's abode, the Godhead's home;
Royal Palace, sacred shrine
For the Majesty Divine;

Now we rise, from prison free;
On we march to victory,
Joyful banners are unfurled;
'Tis the Birthday of the World;

Now behold the rising Sun
Hath His glorious race begun;
Now the Bridegroom from above
Weds the Bride, with heavenly love;

O renew us, Lord, we pray,
With Thy Spirit day by day;
That we ever one may be
With the Father, and with Thee;

Sing, O sing this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-day is born;
Glory to the Father give,
Praise the Son in whom we live;
Glory to the Spirit be,
Godhead One, and Persons Three.