Savior of the nations, come,
Virgin’s Son, make here your home.
Marvel now, O heaven and earth,
That the Lord chose such a birth!
From the Godhead forth You came,
And return unto the Same,
Captive leading death and hell;
High the song of Triumph swell!
You, the Chosen Holy One,
Have o’er sin the victory won.
Boundless shall Your Kingdom be;
When shall we its glories see?
Brightly does Your manger shine,
Glorious in its Light Divine!
Let not sin o’er-cloud this Light;
Ever be our faith thus bright.
Special thanks to Wanda Hughes for suggesting this poem.