In Stature Grows the Heav’nly Child

In sta­ture grows the heav’n­ly Child

With death be­fore His eyes;

A lamb un­blem­ished

meek and mild

Prepared for sac­ri­fice.

The Son of God His glo­ry hides

With par­ents mean and poor;

And He who made the heav’n ab­ides

In dwell­ing place ob­scure.

Those migh­ty hands that stay the sky

No earth­ly toil re­fuse;

And He who set the stars on high

A hum­ble trade pur­sues.

He be­fore whom the an­gels stand

At whose be­hest they fly

Now yields Him­self to man’s com­mand

And lays His glo­ry by.

Jesu

the vir­gin’s ho­ly son

We praise Thee and ad­ore

Who art with God the Fa­ther One

And Spir­it ev­er­more.