Unto us a Boy is born!
King of all creation,
Came He to a world forlorn,
The Lord of every nation.
The Lord of every nation.

Cradled in a stall was He
With sleepy cows and asses:
But the very beasts could see
That He all men surpasses.
That He all men surpasses.

Herod then with fear was filled:
'A prince,' he said, 'in Jewry!'
All the little boys he killed
At Bethlehem in his fury.
At Bethlehem in his fury.

Now may Mary's Son, who came
So long ago to love us,
Lead us all with hearts aflame
Unto the joys above us.
Unto the joys above us.

He the Source and He the End!
Let the organ thunder
While our happy voices rend
The jocund air asunder!