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