How brightly shines the Morning Star, with mercy beaming from afar; the host of heav'n rejoices; O Righteous Branch, O Jesse's Rod! Thou Son of Man and Son of God! We too will lift our voices: Jesus, Jesus! Holy, holy, yet most lowly, draw thou near us; great Emmanuel, come and hear us.
Though circled by the hosts on high, he deigned to cast a pitying eye upon his helpless creature; the whole creation's Head and Lord, by highest seraphim adored, assumed our very nature; Jesus, grant us, through your merit, to inherit your salvation; hear, oh, hear our supplication.
Rejoice, O heav'ns, and earth, reply; with praise, O sinners, fill the sky for this, his incarnation. Incarnate God, put forth your pow'r; ride on, ride on, great Conqueror, till all know your salvation. Amen, amen! Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise be given evermore by earth and heaven.