I

O come let us adore

The Lord of all the earth,

And in our songs of praise recount

The mystery of His birth.

II

The middle wall is razed,

An entrance now is free;

For cherubim with sword of flame

No longer guard the tree.

III

O Paradise restored!

Now I shall enter in,

And taste the bliss from which I fell

Through Adam’s mortal sin,—

IV

For Christ, the Father’s Son,

Who God’s true image bore,

Of Virgin born, in low estate

Our human nature wore.

V

True God! True Man! to Thee

Our earnest prayers ascend;

O, of Thy loving-kindness hear,

Who art the Sinners’ Friend.