His Birth
10s.
1
Ye souls redeemed with Jesus’ precious blood,
Proclaim the grace of your incarnate God;
Sing that amazing, boundless, matchless love,
Which brought the Lord of glory from above.
2
Mary’s first-born was God and Man in one;
David’s own God, and David’s blessed Son
Well might the angels wing their way to earth,
To celebrate so glorious a birth.
3
They sang, with new surprise and fresh delights,
Glory to God, in all the angelic heights;
Surrounded with God’s glory, in a blaze
To heaven they fly, the incarnate God to praise.
4
Shall angels sing the honours of His Name,
And sinners, saved by grace, silent remain?
Good God, forbid! inflame us with Thy love,
And set our grovelling minds on things above.
5
This God-like mystery we will gladly sing,
And own the virgin’s Babe our God and King;
Jehovah Jesus, we will Thee adore,
And crown Thee Lord of all for evermore.
