1. Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men,
Before His highest throne;
Today He opens Heav’n again
|:And gives us His own Son.:|
2. He leaves His heav’nly
Father’s throne
Is born an Infant small,
And in a manger, poor and lone,
|:Lies in a humble stall.:|
3. He veils in flesh His power divine
A servant’s form to take;
In want and lowliness must pine
|:Who Heav’n and earth did make.:|
4. He nestles at His mother’s breast,
Receives her tender care,
Whom angels hail with joy most blest,
|:King David’s royal Heir.:|
5. ’Tis He who in these latter days
From Judah’s tribe should come,
By Whom the Father would upraise
|:The Church, His Christendom.:|
6. A wondrous change
which He does make!
He takes our flesh and blood,
And He conceals for sinners’ sake
|:His majesty of God.:|
7. He serves that I a lord may be;
A great exchange indeed!
Could Jesus’ love do more for me
|:To help me in my need?:|
8. He opens us again the door
Of paradise today;
The angel guards the gate no more
|:To God our thanks we pay.:|