Sunday, January 2, 2011

All Honour, Laud and Glory be, O Jesu, Virgin-Born, to Thee

From lands that see the sun arise,
To earth’s remotest boundaries,
The Virgin-born today we sing,
The Son of Mary, Christ the King.

Blest Author of this earthly frame,
To take a servant’s form he came,
That, liberating flesh by flesh,
Whom he had made might live afresh.

In that chaste parent’s holy womb,
Celestial grace hath found its home:
And she, as earthly bride unknown,
Yet calls that Offspring blest her own.

That Son, that royal Son she bore,
Whom Gabriel’s voice had told afore;
Whom, in his Mother yet concealed,
The Infant Baptist had revealed.

All honour, laud and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born, to thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.