From Yonder World I Come To Earth
For Christmas Eve
Text based on Luke 2: 1-18
Translator: John Hunt
Source: John Hunt, The Spiritual Songs of Martin Luther (London: Hamilton, Adams, & Co., 1853), pp. 30-32.
A Song For Children On the Nativity Of The Holy Child Jesus
From yonder world I
come to earth,
To tell you of a Saviour's birth;
Let now the glad Hosannahs ring—
Good news to fallen man I bring!
this day is born a Child,
Son of a Virgin undefiled;
A little babe—a gracious sight—
He'll be your wonder and delight.
Christ, the Heavenly King!
Who doth for all a ransom bring:
He will Himself the Saviour be—
From all your sins He'll set you free.
Salvation from above,
Which God for you prepared in love;
That you with us beyond the sky
May live in bliss, enthroned on high!
you now the signs aright—
The crib, the swaddling mean and light;
The little babe you there shall find,
Received and hailed by all mankind.
Oh! let us
all be glad to-day,
And with the shepherds homage pay:
Come, see what God to us hath given,
His only Son, sent down from heaven.
soul! from sadness rise,
Come, see what in the manger lies:
Who is this smiling infant Child ?—
'Tis little Jesus, sweet and mild.
welcome, oh! Thou heavenly guest,
To save a world with sin distressed;
Com'st Thou in lowly guise for me?
What homage shall I give to Thee!
eternal heavenly King,
Hast thou become so mean a thing;
And hast Thou left Thy blissful seat,
To rest where colts and oxen eat 1
wide world much wider made,
With gold and costly gems arrayed;
E'en then, by far too mean 'twould be,
To make a little crib for Thee.
robes surround Thy head—
A bunch of hay is all Thy bed!
Where Thou, a King, so rich and great,
Art bright as in Thy heavenly state.
my Lord, has come to Thee,
That Thou might'st show Thy truth to me:
Thou, who hast made the earth and sky,
Hast deigned, a helpless babe, to lie.
Saviour, come to me—
Make here a little crib for Thee;
A bed make in this heart of mine,
That I may aye remember Thine.
my soul glad songs shall ring—
Of Thee each day I'll gaily sing:
The glad Hosannahs will I raise
From heart that loves to sing Thy praise!
God, ye seraphs round the throne—
Praise ye the Father and the Son;
God's angel doth to us appear—
Then let us hail the glad New Year.
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