The joy of heav'n and earth we sing, this dawn before the dawn;
by God's design a child is born, the daughter of a chosen race,
the Mother of our God.
O Adam sleeping now in death, awake to hear this news;
let Eve her sorrow put aside, the Virgin pure shall bear a child
Who takes away the curse.
Your birth, O Mary, Virgin blest, gives joy to all the world;
O daughter of King David's house,
your Son a greater King shall be, Who gives eternal life.