From heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing.

To you this night is born a Child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
This little Child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the Joy of all the earth.

Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, to Thee.

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

'Glory to God in highest heaven
Who unto man His Son hath given,'
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad new year to all the earth.

Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through Whom e'en wicked men are blessed!
Thou com'st to share our misery;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee?

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