From A Collection of Hymns for the Nativity of Our Lord, by Charles Wesley
(note the verse in bold)
Th' acclaiming host of heaven,
This happy morn,
A child is born,
To us a son is given.
The messenger and token
Of God's eternal favour,
God hath sent down,
To us his Son,
An universal Saviour!
The wonderful Messiah,
The joy of every nation,
Jesus in name,
With God the fame,
The Lord of all creation.
The Counselor of sinners,
Almighty to deliver,
The Prince of Peace,
Whose love's increase,
Shall reign in man for ever.
Go see the King of glory,
Discern the heavenly stranger,
So poor and mean,
His court an inn,
His cradle is a manger.
Who from his Father's bosom,
But now for us descended,
Who built the skies,
On earth he lies,
With only beasts attended.
Whom all the angels worship,
Lies hid in human nature;
Incarnate see
The Deity
The infinite Creator.
See the stupendous blessing,
Which God to us has given;
A child of man,
In length a span,
Who fills both earth and heaven.
Gaze on that helpless object
Of endless adoration!
Those infant hands,
Shall burst our bands,
And work out our salvation;
Strangle the crooked serpent,
Destroy his works for ever,
And open set
The heavenly gate,
To every true believer.
Till then thou holy Jesus,
We humbly how before thee,
Our treasures bring
To serve our King,
And joyfully adore thee:
To thee we gladly render
Whate'er they grace hath given,
Till thou appear,
In glory here,
And take us up to heaven.
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