Let sighing cease and woe God from on high hath heard, Heaven's gate is opening wide, and lo! The long expected Word. Peace! through the deep of night The heavenly choir breaks forth, Singing, with festal songs and bright, Our God and Savior's birth. The cave of Bethlehem Those wakeful shepherds seek; Let us too rise and greet with them That infant pure and meek. We enter?at the door What marvel meets the eye? A crib, a mother pale and poor, A child of poverty. Art Thou the eternal Son, The eternal Father's ray? Whose little hand, Thou infant one, Doth lift the world alway? Yea?faith through that dim cloud, Like lightning darts before, And greets Thee, at Whose footstool bowed Heaven's trembling hosts adore. Chaste be our love like Thine, Our swelling souls bring low, And in our hearts, O Babe divine Be born, abide and grow. So shall Thy birthday morn, Lord Christ, our birthday be, Then greet we all, ourselves newborn, Our King's nativity.