All ye who would the Christ descry, Lift up your eyes to Him on high: There mortal gaze hath strength to see The token of His majesty. A wondrous sign we there behold, That knows not death nor groweth old, Sublime, most high, that cannot fade, That was ere earth and heaven were made. Here is the King the Gentiles fear, The Jews' most mighty King is here Promised to Abraham of yore, And to his seed forevermore. 'Tis He the Prophets' words foretold, And by their signs shown forth of old; The Father's witness hath ordained That we should hear with faith unfeigned. Jesu, to Thee our praise we pay, To little ones revealed to-day, With Father and Blest Spirit One Until the ages' course is done.