Classic Poem

1

Rejoice, ye servants of the Lord:
Be this great name ador'd:
Exalt your voices high:
For lo! He comes; the Godhead comes;
Our nature to His own assumes,
That he for us may die.

2

This blessed day, glad Earth receives
The Prince of Peace: a Virgin gives
The Savior to the light:
Angelic hosts the wonder sing;
The Shepherds haste to hail their King,
And bless the awful sight.

3

And see, the Magi from afar,
Directed by a radiant star,
To where their Maker lay;
Offer, with mingled joy and fear,
Their gold, frankincense, and their myrrh,
And adoration pay.

4

And shall not we; with equal fear,
With equal warmth and joy revere,
His great and glorious name!
And shall not we in loftiest hymns,
With Seraphs and Cherubims,
The Saviour God proclaim!