Come, redeemer of all nations,
Show yourself, child of the virgin,
You who amaze every age,
And are called the child of God.
Not from the seed of man,
But from the breath of mystery,
The word of God is made flesh,
And blossoms like the fruit of a womb.
The eternal gifts of Christ
And the victory of martyrs
Should be lifted up in praise;
Let us sing with joyful hearts.
Sing, O tongue, the mystery
Of the glorious body
And the precious blood,
Which the king of all nations,
The fruit of a noble womb,
Poured forth as ransom for the world.