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.