1 Abashed be all the boast of age!
Be hoary learning dumb!
Expounder of the mystic page,
Behold an infant come!
2 Oh, Wisdom, whose unfading power
Beside th’Eternal stood,
To frame, in nature’s earliest hour,
The land, the sky the flood;
3 Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile
An infant form to wear;
To bless Thy mother with a smile,
And lisp Thy faltered prayer.
4 But, in Thy Father’s own abode,
With Israel’s elders round,
Conversing high with Israel’s God,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
5 So may our youth adore Thy name!
And Savior, deign to bless
With fostering grace the timid flame
Of early holiness.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10921