And give Him love
Who dwells above,
And gave His life for me.
Δεῦτε ἀγαλλιασωμέθα τῷ κυρίῳ, τὸ παρὸν μυστήριον ἐκδιηγούμενοι
I
Come, let us sing with joyful mirth
The mystery of Immanuel’s birth,
Who, Virgin born, is here;
The middle wall no longer stands,
No flaming sword in Cherub’s hands