Sing, my tongue, the Saviour’s glory,
Sing with joy and holy mirth;
Tell aloud the famous story
Of his spotless virgin birth:
How. he comes, an infant stranger,
Here to dwell with us on earth.
Now the long-expected fulness
Of the sacred time draws nigh;
Now for us the Word eternal
Leaves his Father’s throne on high;
From a virgin’s womb appearing,
Cloth’d in our mortality.
All within a lowly manger,
Lo, a helpless Babe he lies;
See, his gentle virgin Mother
Lull to sleep his infant cries,
While the limbs of God incarnate
Round with swathing bands she ties.
Blessing, honour everlasting
To th’ immortal Deity;
To the Father, Son. and Spirit,
Equal adoration be.
Prais’d be thou through earth and heaven,
Henry Formby, ed., First Series of Hymns and Songs for the Use of Catholic Schools and Families (London: Burns and Lambert, 1853).