Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men

Verse 1

Praise God the Lord, ye sons of men, Before His highest throne; Today He opens heav'n again And gives us His own Son, And gives us His own Son.

Verse 2

He leaves His heav'nly Father's throne, Is born an infant small, And in a manger, poor and lone, Lies in a humble stall, Lies in a humble stall.

Verse 3

He veils in flesh His pow'r divine A servant's form to take; In want and lowliness must pine Who heav'n and earth did make, Who heav'n and earth did make.

Verse 4

He nestles at His mother's breast, Receives her tender care, Whom angels hail with joy most blest, King David's royal Heir, King David's royal Heir.

Verse 5

'Tis He who in these latter days From Judah's tribe should come, By whom the Father would upraise The Church, His Christendom, The Church, His Christendom.

Verse 6

A wondrous change which He does make! He takes our flesh and blood, And He conceals for sinners' sake His majesty of God, His majesty of God.

Verse 7

He serves that I a lord may be; A great exchange indeed! Could Jesus' love do more for me To help me in my need, To help me in my need?

Verse 8

For us He opens wide the door Of Paradise today; The angel guards the gate no more, To God our thanks we pay, To God our thanks we pay.