Thou fair­est Child di­vine,
In yonder man­ger laid,
In whom is God Him­self well pleased,
By whom all things were made,
On me art Thou be­stowed,
How can such won­ders be!
The dear­est that the Fa­ther hath
He gives me here in Thee!

I was a foe to God,
I fought in Sa­tan’s host,
I tri­fled all His grace away,
Alas! my soul was lost.
Yet God for­gives my sin,
His heart, with pi­ty moved,
He gives me, hea­ven­ly Child, in Thee;
Lo! thus our God hath loved!

Once blind with sin and self,
Along the treach­er­ous way,
That ends in ru­in at the last,
I hast­ened far as­tray;
Then God sent down His Son,
For with a love most deep,
Most un­de­served, His heart still yearned
O’er me, poor wan­der­ing sheep!

God with His life of love
To me was far and strange,
My heart clung on­ly to the world
Of sight and sense and change;
In Thee, Im­ma­nu­el,
Are God and man made one;
In Thee my heart hath peace with God,
And un­ion in the Son.

Oh pon­der this, my soul,
Our God hath loved us thus,
That e’en His on­ly dear­est Son
He free­ly giv­eth us.
Thou pre­cious gift of God,
The pledge and bond of love,
With thank­ful heart I kneel to take
This trea­sure from above.

I kneel be­side Thy couch,
I press Thee to my heart,
For Thee I glad­ly all for­sake
And from the crea­ture part;
Thou price­less Pearl! lo, He
By whom Thou’rt loved and known,
Will give Him­self and all He hath
To win Thee for His own.

Oh, come, Thou bless­èd Child,
Thou Sav­ior of my soul,
For ev­er bound to Thee, my name
Among Thy host en­roll.
O deign to take my heart,
And let Thy heart be mine,
That all my love flow out to Thee,
And lose it­self in Thine.