O Child of Lowly Manger Birth

O child of low­ly man­ger birth

On whose low cry the ag­es wait

Lead us Thy way

and ev­ery day

Guide us to see what made Thee great.

O Je­sus

youth of Na­za­reth

Preparing for the bit­ter strife

Wilt Thou im­part to ev­ery heart

Thy per­fect pur­ity of life?

O Christ whose words make dear the fields

And hill­sides green of Ga­li­lee

Grant us to find

with rev­er­ent mind

The truth Thou saidst should make us free.

O suf­fer­ing Lord on Cal­va­ry

Whom love led on to mor­tal pain

We know Thy cross is not a loss

If we Thy love shall tru­ly gain.

O Mas­ter of abun­dant life

From na­tal morn to vic­to­ry’s hour

We look to Thee

heed Thou our plea

Teach us to share Thy age­less pow­er.