Savior of the nations, come,
Show yourself the virgin's son.
Marvel, Heaven; wonder, Earth,
That our God chose such a birth.
Not by human power or seed
Did the woman's womb conceive;
Only by the Spirit's breath
Was the Word of God made flesh
Mary then was found with child,
Still a virgin, chaste and mild;
God had favored her with grace
To receive the prince of peace.
Christ laid down his majesty,
Passed through dark Gethsemene;
Though he left his father's home,
Christ now sits on God's own throne.
Christ, in glory intercede
For your creatures' suffering need:
Let your resurrecting power
Soon complete the victory hour.
Praise to you, O Lord, we sing;
Praise to Christ our newborn king,
With the Father's Spirit one:
Let your lasting kingdom come.