In stature grows the heav’nly Child,
With death before His eyes;
A lamb unblemished, meek and mild,
Prepared for sacrifice.

The Son of God His glory hides
With parents mean and poor;
And He who made the heav’n abides
In dwelling place obscure.

Those mighty hands that stay the sky
No earthly toil refuse;
And He who set the stars on high
A humble trade pursues.

He before whom the angels stand,
At whose behest they fly,
Now yields Himself to man’s command,
And lay His glory by.

Jesu, the virgin’s holy son,
We praise Thee and adore,
Who art with God the Father One,
And Spirit evermore.