O Highest Love, in Lowliest Guise

O high­est love

in low­li­est guise

To this our fall­en world dis­played

May I dis­cern with cleans­èd eyes

The God­head in our flesh ar­rayed!

O Love

the ve­ry Word of God

Content an in­fant shape to wear

And in a sta­ble’s mean abode

To shield Thee from De­cem­ber’s air.

O Babe di­vine

be­fore Thy face

Be mine to bow the thank­ful knee

And by Thy soul con­vert­ing grace

Become a child my­self in Thee!

One on­ly God

the Fa­ther

Son

And Ho­ly Spir­it

we rev­ere

The ev­er­last­ing Three in One

Creator

Sav­ior

Com­fort­er.