Il Est Ne, Le Divin Enfant

He is born, the divine Child
Play, oboes, sound, bagpipes
He is born, the divine Child
Let's all sing of his coming!

For over four thousand years
The Prophets promised him
For over four thousand years
We awaited this joyful time
He is born, the divine Child

Ah! How beautiful, how charming he is
How perfect are his graces!
Ah! How beautiful, how charming he is
How sweet is the divine Child!
He is born, the divine Child

A stable is his lodging
A bit of straw, his little bed
A stable is his lodging
For a God, what a lowly place!
He is born, the divine Child

O Jesus! O all-powerful King!
So small a child that you are
O Jesus! O all-powerful King!
Reign over us completely!
He is born, the divine Child