O high­est love, in low­li­est guise,
To this our fall­en world dis­played,
May I dis­cern with cleans­èd eyes
The God­head in our flesh ar­rayed!

O Love, the ve­ry Word of God,
Content an in­fant shape to wear,
And in a sta­ble’s mean abode
To shield Thee from De­cem­ber’s air.

O Babe di­vine, be­fore Thy face
Be mine to bow the thank­ful knee,
And by Thy soul con­vert­ing grace
Become a child my­self in Thee!

One on­ly God, the Fa­ther, Son,
And Ho­ly Spir­it, we re­vere,
The ev­er­last­ing Three in One,
Creator, Sav­ior, Com­fort­er.