All praise to thee, eternal Lord
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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!
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Once did the skies before thee bow;A virgin's arms contain thee now:Angels, who did in thee rejoice,Now listen to thy infant voice.
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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.
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Thou comest in the darksome night,To make us children of the light;To make us, in the realms divine,Like thy own angels round thee shine.
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All this for us thy love hath done,By this to thee our love is won;For this we tune our cheerful lays,And tell our thanks in songs of praise.