With joy we hail the happy morn,
When God was robed in man,
When Christ in Bethlehem was born,
To work Redemption's plan.
Rejoice, since Christ, the Saviour Lord,
Has visited our earth,
Which but a stable could afford
To give the Saviour birth.
For Jesus found no downy bed,
Nor home nor princely hall;
His birth-place was an humble shed,
His couch an oxen stall.
But now he reigns, the Mighty King,
Our God, enthroned above;
Where countless hosts forever sing
The triumphs of his love.