Wisdom, let us attend.
Mourn, o proud, seeking the lofty you spurn the lowly
Forgetting it is these that dwell with the Holy.
God of God remaining what He always was…
Takes to Himself what we are
Leaving the Father, journeys to country far.
Heaven and angels chant, “He is born!”
Holding all things together by powerful word
His first cries are scarcely heard.
O wondrous humility,
The greatness of God made small.
Christ comes down to save from the fall.