At last, thou art come, little Saviour
And thine angels fill mid-night with song:
Thou art come to us, gentle Creator,
Whom thy creatures have sighed for so long.
All hail, eternal Child:
Hail Mary s little One,
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem

Thou art come to thy Virgin Mother;
She hath gazed on thy marvelous face;
Thou art come to us, Maker of Mary;
She who was thy channel of pure grace.
All hail, eternal Child:
Hail Mary s little One,
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem

Thou bring with thee plentiful pardon,
And our souls overflow with delight;
Our hearts are half-broken, dearest Jesus,
With the joy of this wonderful night.
All hail, eternal Child:
Hail Mary s little One,
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem

Thou art come, O ye Child of Mary;
Yet we hardly, believe thou art come;
It seemeth such a wonder to have thee,
Saviour Jesus, with us in our home.
All hail, eternal Child:
Hail Mary s little One,
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem

Thou wilt stay with us, Lord and Master;
Thou wilt stay with us now evermore,
We will play with thee, beautiful Brother,
On Eternity's jubilant shore.
All hail, eternal Child:
Hail Mary s little One,
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem