Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph, To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet; To you this day is born a Prince and Saviour; O come, and let us worship at His feet! O Jesus for such wondrous condescension, Our praises and rev'rence are an off'ring meet, Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us: O come, and let us worship at His feet! Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels, And let the celestial courts His praise repeat; Unto our God be glory in the highest; O come, and let us worship at His feet!