Lord Jesus Christ, all praise to Thee!
Thou wast born a child like me.
To tell abroad that God is love
The angel choirs hymn Thee above.
Behold the eternal Father's Child
Cradled by a Virgin mild,
In flesh and blood so weak and small
Is clothed the Savior Lord of all.
The eternal Light on Bethlehem's snow
Gives to the world another glow,
It shineth in the darkest night
And makes us children of the Light.
-- Martin Luther
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