From heaven high I come to earth

Verse 1

From heaven high I come to earth; I bring good tidings of great mirth; this mirth is such a wondrous thing that I must tell you all and sing.

Verse 2

A little child for you this morn has from a chosen maid been born, a little child so tender, sweet, that you should skip upon your feet.

Verse 3

How glad we'll be that this is so! With all the shepherds let us go to see what God for us has done in sending us his own dear Son.

Verse 4

Look, look, my heart, and let me peek. Whom in the manger do you seek? Who is that lovely little one? The baby Jesus, God's own Son.

Verse 5

Be welcome, Lord; be now our guest. By you poor sinners have been blessed. In nakedness and cold you lie. How can I thank you; how can I?

Verse 6

You wanted so to make me know that you had let all great things go. You had a palace in the sky; you left it there for such as I.

Verse 7

And if the world were twice as wide, with gold and precious jewels inside, still such a cradle would not do to hold a babe as great as you.

Verse 8

To God who sent his only Son be glory, laud, and honor done. Let all the choir of heav'n rejoice, the new ring in with heart and voice.