The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim

His birth; the nations learn his Name;

An unknown star directs the road

Of eastern sages to their God.

All ye bright armies of the skies,

Go, worship where the Saviour lies:

Angels and kings before him bow,

Those gods on high, and gods below.

Let idols totter to the ground,

And their own worshippers confound;

But Judah shout, but Zion sing,

And earth confess her sovereign King.