All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord, <br />Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood; <br />Choosing a manger for Thy throne, <br />While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. <br /> <br />Once did the skies before Thee bow; <br />A virgin’s arms contain Thee now, <br />While angels, who in Thee rejoice, <br />Now listen for Thine infant voice. <br /> <br />A little Child, Thou art our Guest, <br />That weary ones in Thee may rest; <br />Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth; <br />That we may rise to Heaven from earth. <br /> <br />Thou comest in the darksome night <br />To make us children of the light; <br />To make us, in the realms divine, <br />Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. <br /> <br />All this for us Thy love hath done; <br />By this to Thee our love is won; <br />For this we tune our cheerful lays, <br />And sing our thanks in ceaseless praise.<br /><br />Martin Luther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-praise-to-thee-eternal-lord/
