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.