The light of glory breaks, angelic splendours shine; our God our nature takes, a human child divine: to cattle-shed as earthly home the long-awaited Christ has come. He lies in slumber deep, his manger-bed of hay, while shepherds leave their sheep, his only courtiers, they: on trembling feet in haste they trod to find the new-born Lamb of God. The treasures Wisdom gave those infant eyes behold, the myrrh to mark his grave, the frankincense and gold: prophetic gifts for God Most High, our King and Priest who comes to die. Come, join the angel throngs, the shepherds and the kings, to lift on high the songs renewed creation sings: for peace with God, for hope restored, all glory be to Christ the Lord!