Come Rejoicing, Praises Voicing

Come rejoicing, praises voicing,

Christmas Day is breaking;

Now th'Eternal, Lord supernal,

Human form is taking.

On the hay-lo, behold

Virgin's Son, as foretold,

Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold,

Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold.

Unabated for Him waited

Many generations;

Him now proudly angels loudly

Praise the Hope of nations.

Let us, then, gladly sing,

Let our songs gaily ring,

As we to this holy Child our praises bring,

As we to this holy Child our praises bring.

Tender Flower, Mighty Tower,

Jesus Christ, our Savior;

Heav'nly Treasure, without measure,

Thee we love forever.

Lord and King without end,

Our poor hearts now befriend,

All Thy gifts of grace and goodness to us send,

All Thy gifts of grace and goodness to us send.