What is this pleasant
which rouses all our senses?
Nothing, not flowers in the midst of spring
yield anything such as this!
Yet what is this dazzling
which comes in the night to stun our eyes?
Not even the morning star in its ascent
was ever so radiant!
In Bethlehem, in a cradle,
comes a Savior, born to you.
Go, may nothing delay you
in the adoration of our redeemer.