1 LET us all, with grateful praises,
Celebrate the happy day,
When the lovely, loving Jesus
First partook of human clay;

2 When the heavenly host assembled,
Gazed with wonder from the sky;
Angels joy’d, and devils trembled,
Neither fully knowing why.

3 Long had Satan reign’d imperious,
Till the woman’s promised seed,
Born a babe, by birth mysterious,
Came to bruise the serpent’s head.

4 Crush, dear babe, his power within us,
Break our chains, and set us free;
Pull down all the bars between us,
Till we fly, and cleave to Thee.
Joseph Hart, 1759

C. H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public, Social and Private Worship, (London: Passmore & Alabaster, 1883).