On this creation of futility
Shines down the Light of Light – to us is born
A Child who shares our full humanity,
God’s Son for those who in the darkness mourn.
The yoke of death, the Law’s accusing rod,
That burdened life to nothing more than dust,
That kept us guilty in the sight of God,
Is broken by this Savior born for us;
For angels sing what men could not conceive,
And glory shines into unknowing night,
The angels shout the Gospel, we believe,
And Midian and Satan take to flight,
As flesh and blood no more in darkness grope,
For in our flesh now shines creation’s Hope.