My little King, my mighty Lord eternal,
Thou who wast born today, and ever art,
How is it that thou comest to my heart,
Before whom tremble all the powers infernal?
Dear Lord, who art so great and yet so small,
So humble and so high, so strong, so weak,
I look upon thee and can hardly speak —
Thou who art God and yet art Man withal.

My loving Lord, Thou Love whom I behold,
Teach me Thy great humility, I pray,
That I may be as low as now Thou art;
For Thou, whom all creation cannot hold,
Hast yet become, upon this Christmas day,
Little enough to come into my heart!