Unto us a boy is born, King of all creation,
Came he to a world forlorn, the hope[Lord] of every nation.
Cradled in a stall was he with sleepy ox and asses,
but the very beasts could see that he all men surpasses.

As with gladness men of old your star beheld,
as with joy they hailed its glorious gleaning light
leading onward, ever beaming bright;
so may we, O Lord, your splendour see.

Alpha and Omega he; let the organ thunder,
while the choir with peels of glee doth rend the air asunder.