On The Birthday Of The Lord

On the birthday of the Lord,
Angel choirs, with one accord,
Joyous chant before the throne:
Glory be to God alone!

Lo! A virgin bore the Son,
Christ she bore, the Holy One,
Virgin ever undefiled.

Born is our Emmanuel,
Gabriel did the wonder tell;
Prophet eyes afar adored
Him, the sole-begotten Word.

Lo! A virgin bore the Son,
Christ she bore, the Holy One,
Virgin ever undefiled.

Seraphs bring the gladsome tale,
Shepherds sing o’er hill and vale
Of the blessèd Savior’s birth,
Sweetest news for all the earth.

Lo! A virgin bore the Son,
Christ she bore, the Holy One,
Virgin ever undefiled.

Hail the day, the happy morn;
Hail the Child of Mary born;
Born of God’s o’ershadowing might,
God of God, and Light of Light.

Lo! A virgin bore the Son,
Christ she bore, the Holy One,
Virgin ever undefiled.

See! the wise their gifts unfold,
Incense, myrrh and royal gold;
Kneeling to th’eternal King,
Glory to our God they sing.

Lo! A virgin bore the Son,
Christ she bore, the Holy One,
Virgin ever undefiled.