On this night, most holy, in circumstance lowly,
Unfolded the story which prophets foretold.
Though heav’ns could not hold Him, Mary’s arms enfold Him,
Holding to her bosom this Child Who is God!
The virgin is nursing this wondrous infant King—
The Word that was made flesh to end our despair.
While angels adore Him, shepherds kneel before Him
And kings from the east follow after His star.
