Jesu, Who from Thy Father’s Throne

Jesu

who from Thy Fa­ther’s throne

Didst to this vale of tears come down

In our poor na­ture dressed;

O may the charms of that sweet love

Draw up our souls to Thee above

And fix them there to rest.

Jesu

whose high and hum­ble birth

In Heav’n the an­gels

and on earth

The faith­ful shep­herds sing:

O may our hymns

which here run low

Shoot up aloft

and fruit­ful grow

In that eter­nal spring.

Jesu

to whom three kings from far

Led to Thy cra­dle by a star

Brought gifts to Thee their king:

O guide us by Thy light that we

May find Thy face

and un­to Thee

Ourselves for trib­ute bring.

Jesu

who thus be­gan our bliss

Thus car­ried on our hap­pi­ness

To Thee all praise be paid:

O may the great mys­te­ri­ous Three

For ev­er live

and ev­er be

Adored

be­loved

ob­eyed.