All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,
clothed in a garb of flesh and blood.
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
while worlds and worlds and Thine alone.
A little child, Thou wast our guest,
yet in Thy love our hearts find rest.
Humble and lowly was Thy birth,
that we might rise to heaven from earth.
All this Thy love for us hath done,
by this our love to Thee is won.
For this we tune our cheerful lays
and shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.
This was written as a song. For a copy of the music, contact Joyce
Artwork: "Adoration of the Shepherds" by Gerard van Honthorst, 1622, from Wikimedia Commons