Come now and praise the humble saint
of David's house and line,
the carpenter whose life fulfilled
our gracious God's design.
The Architect's high miracles
he saw, and what was done,
the virgin's spouse, the guardian of
great David's greater Son.
To him the angel told in dreams
his God's most loving deed;
he lived in full obedience,
the part of him - to heed.
Alleluia! Rejoice! his part to heed.
With him the holy virgin lived,
a maid blest from above;
he knew in perfect charity
the share from him - to love.
Alleluia! Rejoice! his part to love.
By him the Son was meekly raised
to be on earth a friend;
he taught his pure humility,
the task for him - to tend.
Alleluia! Rejoice! His part to tend.
For him there was no glory here,
no crown or martyr's fame,
for him there was the patient life
of faith and humble name.
But now within the Father's grace
where saints and angels throng
beside his spouse, before the Son,
he sings the glorious song: