God adored, our nature wearing! Ah, such condescending meekness! Stooping to a world despairing, Full of pity for our weakness;-- "Glory, Glory!" praises swelling, God hath made with man His dwelling. {techthentos tou Christou.} I Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills, More radiant far than any earthly morn; 'Tis heavenly light that all creation fills;-- The Christ is born. II Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed, Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn, In Bethlehem's manger is at length revealed;-- The Christ is born. III Lo, from their watch, the herdsmen raise their eyes, For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn, And angels poured their raptures from the skies,-- The Christ is born. IV Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn, Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there;-- The Christ is born. V Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings; Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn, Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!-- The Christ is born. {hoi magoi ta dôra prospherousin;} {hoi poimenes to thauma kêryttousin.} I Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now, No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, Lowly His state,--in lowly worship bow; Hail to the King! II Born of His Maiden Mother, pure as snow, Son of our God, begotten long ago, Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; Hail to the King! III Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed, No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; Hail to the King! IV Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, No other hand bestowed an offering; Hail to the King! V Hail to the King! O Christ upon Thy throne, Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, When by Thy Birth and Death Thou did'st atone; Hail to the King! {Euphrainesthe Dikaioi; ouranoi agalliasthe;} {skirtêsate ta orê, Christou gennêthentos.} Christmas. I