Il est ne, le divin Enfant,
Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes;
Il est ne, le divin Enfant;
Chantons tous son avenement!
Through the ages, prophets told
Of a long-awaited Savior.
Through the ages, prophets told
Of this Child we now behold.
In a humble bed of hay,
How the Baby sweetly slumbers!
In a humble bed of hay
Sleeps our Heav’nly King today.
Child of beauty! Child of grace!
Pure and perfect, Infant holy.
Child of beauty! Child of grace!
Heaven lights His holy face.