Though the lowliest form doth veil thee
As of old in Bethlehem,
Here as there thine angels hail thee,
Branch and flower of Jesse's stem.
We in worship join with them.
Paschal Lamb, thine offering, finished
Once for all when thou was slain,
In its fullness undiminished
Shall for evermore remain.
Cleansing souls from every stain.
Life-imparting heavenly Manna,
Stricken Rock with streaming side,
Heaven and earth with loud hosanna
Worship thee, the Lamb who died.
Risen, ascended, glorified!