Where is this stupendous stranger?
Prophets, shepherds, kings, advise;
Lead me to my Mas­ter’s manger,
Show me where my Sav­ior lies.

O most mighty, O most holy,
Far beyond the seraph’s thought,
Art Thou then so weak and lowly
As unheeded prophets taught?

O the magnitude of meekness!
Worth from worth immortal sprung,
O the strength of infant weakness,
If eter­nal is so young!

God all bounteous, all creative,
Whom no ills from good dissuade,
Is incarnate and a native
Of the very world He made.