6. Der du bist dem Vater gleich,
Fuehr hinaus den Sieg im Fleisch,
Dass dein ewig Gottes G'walt
In uns das krank Fleisch enthalt.
7. Dein' Krippen glaenzt hell und klar,
Die Nacht giebt ein neu Licht dar,
Dunkel muss nicht kommen d'rein
Der Glaub' bleibt immer im Schein.
8. Lob sei Gott dem Vater g'than,
Lob sei Gott dem ein'gen Sohn,
Lob sei Gott dem heil'gen Geist,
Immer und in Ewigkeit.
VII. Christum wir sollen loben schon.
Now praise we Christ, the Holy One.
From the Hymn "A solis ortus cardine." The Original Latin Melody. Harmony by M. PRAETORIUS, 1609.
1. Now praise we Christ, the Holy One,
The spotless virgin Mary's Son,
Far as the blessed sun doth shine,
E'en to the world's remote confine.
2. He, who himself all things did make,
A servant's form vouchsafed to take,
That He as man mankind might win,
And save His creatures from their sin.
3. The grace of God, th'Almighty Lord,
On the chaste mother was outpoured;
A virgin pure and undefiled
In wondrous wise conceived a child.
4. The holy maid became th' abode
And temple of the living God;
And she, who knew not man, was blest
With God's own Word made manifest.
5. The noble mother bare a Son,
For so did Gabriel's promise run,
Whom John confest and leapt with joy,
Ere yet the mother knew her boy.