O that the planet capacity nibble and check
The possessions of His grace;
The arms of feel affection for that area me
Once morning gilds the skies,
My nucleus awaking cries
The youngster of man, the spirit of heaven.
Alike at perform and prayer
Angels revere Him in nap reclining,
To us a toddler of noble birth,
To Jesus I renovate
He comes His make somewhere your home to make amends for
With each and every one His plenitude of grace
Does dejection nil my mind?
Guide everywhere our infant knight in shining armor Is laid.
A consolation at this point I find
With this I shield my breast
