Catholic Hymns (1860)/Christmas Hymn (I.)
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Sing with joy and holy mirth;
Tell aloud the famous story
Of His spotless virgin birth:
How He comes, an infant stranger,
Here to dwell with us on earth.
Now the long-expected fulness
Of the sacred time draws nigh;
Now for us the Word eternal
Leaves his Father's throne on high;
From a virgin's womb appearing,
Cloth'd in our mortality.
All within a lowly manger,
Lo, a helpless Babe He lies;
See, His gentle virgin Mother
Lull to sleep His infant cries,
While the limbs of God incarnate
Round with swathing bands she ties.
Blessing, honour everlasting
To th' immortal Deity;
To the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Equal adoration be.
Prais'd be Thou through earth and heaven,