Zion is glad this glorious morn: A babe in Bethlehem is born. See where He lies in manger low, Whose kingly reign no end shall know. The ox and ass that filled the stall, Knew that the Babe was Lord of all. Out from the east the sages bring Their treasures for an offering. They humbly seek the lowly place, And worship there the King of grace: The Son of God, who made the earth, A virgin mother gave Him birth. No poison from the serpent stains The human blood that fills His veins; And though our flesh He meekly wears, No mark of sin His nature bears; That He might man to God restore, And give the grace that once he wore. Come, while our hearts are full of mirth, And bless the Lord of lowly birth.