All Praise to Thee, Eternal Lord

Verse 1

All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.

Verse 2

Once did the skies before Thee bow;
A Virgin’s arms contain Thee now:
Angels who did in Thee rejoice
Now listen for Thine infant voice.

Verse 3

A little Child, Thou art our Guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.

Verse 4

Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us, in the realms Divine,
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.

Verse 5

All this for us Thy love hath done;
By this to Thee our love is won:
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.