All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord, Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood; Choosing a manger for Thy throne, While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. Once did the skies before Thee bow; A virgin's arms contain Thee now, While angels, who in Thee rejoice, Now listen for Thine infant voice. A little Child, Thou art our Guest, That weary ones in Thee may rest; Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth; That we may rise to Heaven from earth. Thou comest in the darksome night To make us children of the light; To make us, in the realms divine, Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. All this for us Thy love hath done; By this to Thee our love is won; For this we tune our cheerful lays, And sing our thanks in ceaseless praise.