O child of lowly manger birth
On whose low cry the ages wait,
Lead us Thy way, and every day
Guide us to see what made Thee great.

O Je­sus, youth of Nazareth,
Preparing for the bitter strife,
Wilt Thou impart to every heart
Thy perfect purity of life?

O Christ whose words make dear the fields
And hillsides green of Ga­li­lee,
Grant us to find, with reverent mind,
The truth Thou saidst should make us free.

O suffering Lord on Cal­va­ry,
Whom love led on to mortal pain,
We know Thy cross is not a loss
If we Thy love shall truly gain.

O master of abundant life
From natal morn to vic­to­ry’s hour,
We look to Thee, heed Thou our plea,
Teach us to share Thy ageless power.