Classic Poem

Immortal Babe, who this dear day
Did'st change Thine heaven for our clay,
And did'st with flesh Thy Godhead veil,
Eternal Son of God, all hail!

Shine, happy star; ye angels, sing
Glory on high to heaven's King;
Run, shepherds, leave your nightly watch,
See heaven come down to Bethlehem's cratch.

Worship, ye sages of the east,
The King of gods in meanness dressed;
O blessed maid, smile and adore
The God thy womb and arms have bore.

Star, angels, shepherds, and wise sages,
Thou virgin glory of all ages,
Restorëd frame of heaven and earth,
Joy in your dear Redeemer's birth!