1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.