“Thy little ones, dear Lord, are we,

And come Thy lowly bed to see;

Enlighten every soul and mind,

That we the way to Thee may find.


With songs we hasten Thee to greet,

And kiss the dust before Thy feet;

O blessèd hour, O sweetest night,

That gave Thee birth, our soul’s delight.


Now welcome! From Thy heavenly home

Thou to our vale of years has come;

Man hath no offering for Thee, save

The stable, manager, cross and grave.


Jesus, alas! How can it be

So few bestow a thought on Thee?

Or on the love, so wondrous great

That drew Thee down to our estate?


O draw us wholly to Thee, Lord,

Do Thou to us Thy grace accord,

True faith and love to us impart,

That we may hold Thee in our heart.


Until at last we too proclaim

With all Thy saints, Thy glorious Name;

In paradise our songs renew,

And praise Thee as the angels do.”

-Hans Brorson (1732)