With the shepherds, adoration
Let us bring to our Salvation,
Jesus, hope of every nation:
“Fear not ye,” the angels say.

Lo! the King of glory taketh
Mortal flesh : with us He maketh
His abode : to praise awaketh
Heaven upon His natal day.

See the eastern sages pouring
At His feet their gifts adoring:
More He is to them restoring:
Now to Him our hearts we bring.

Now to Jesus, through whose merit
We eternal joys inherit,
With the Father and the Spirit,
Let us thanks and praises sing.