The everlasting God comes down

The everlasting God comes down
To sojourn with the sons of men;
Without His majesty or crown
The Great Invisible is seen;
Of all His dazzling glories shorn,
The everlasting God is born!

Angels, behold that Infant's face,
With rapturous awe the Godhead own:
Tis all your heaven on Him to gaze,
And cast your crowns before His throne;
Though now He on His footstool lies,
Ye know He built both earth and skies.

By Him into existence brought,
Ye sang the all-creating word;
Ye heard Him call our world from nought;
Again, in honour of your Lord,
Ye morning stars, your hymns employ,
And shout, ye sons of God, for joy.