Verse 1

Mighty God, while angels bless you, May an infant lisp your name? Lord of mortals and of angels, You are ev’ry creature’s theme.

Verse 2

Lord of ev’ry land and nation, Ancient of eternal days, Sounded through the wide creation By your just and lawful praise:

Verse 3

For the grandeur of your nature, Grand beyond a seraph’s thought, For created works of power, Works with skill and kindness wrought.

Verse 4

For your providence, which governs Through your empire’s wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow: Blessèd be your gentle reign.

Verse 5

Brightness of the Father’s glory, Shall your praise unuttered lie? Fly my tongue to such a silence! Sing the Lord who came to die.

Verse 6

Did archangels sing your coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me ungrateful Should my tongue refuse to praise.