The Lord who bears our sin is here,
Who'll bruise the serpent's head is near,
The Death of death—the Woe of hell—
The Lord of Life with us doth dwell.
All foes are put our feet beneath,
For sin and Satan, hell and death,
Are brought to shame and put to flight
Upon this great, this wondrous night.
Oh! happy world, thrice happy they!
Who on this lowly infant stay