’Twas Jesus the Prince of the kings of the earth,

That of Mary, the Virgin, this day was brought forth;

Tho’ the world He created, with heaven’s noble frame,

To be laid in a manger how joyful He came!

Chorus—Glory to Thee, Almighty Jesus!

Thy love awakes each tuneful string;

Angels and men shall sing thy praises,

’Till heaven’s high court shall loudly ring

With hallelujah! glory to our exalted King!

Lo! angels descended on that blessed night,

To publish the advent with joy and delight;

Good-will towards men was the theme of their song,

And to God in the highest doth glory belong.

Glory to Thee, &c.

He saw the sad state which poor mortals were in,

He left his high honours, and died for their sin;

On the cross were extended his hands and his feet,

For sweet-smelling savour and offering complete.

Glory to Thee, &c.

He arose from the dead, and ascended on high,

And clothed with glory, his Father sits by;

The dear cause of his people incessant he pleads,

And every believer to Paradise leads.

Glory to Thee, &c.