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OLY Jesus, in whose name
Thou hast bid Thy servants claim
Trusting in Thy name alone,
Holy Jesus, at whose name,
Son of Man, to whom is given,
Son of God, to whom of right, Partner of Thy Father's might, “Sole, adorable, and true," Empire o'er the world is due ; Hear us, when on Thee we call For Thy blessing, Lord of all.
Saviour of the world, to Thee
THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS.
And Thou art growing up, O Child divine !
While on Thy life a daily dying lies ; All things that open on this life of Thine
Are preludes to Thy dying agonies. God, born of God, Himself He fain would hide With a mean sire, the scorn of human pride ; And He who moulded Heaven's o'er-arching dome, In a poor earthly cottage makes His home.
Hands, that sustain the pillars of heaven's roof,
Handle the ignoble craft of feeble man ;
Himself becomes a low-housed artizan.
Jesu, the maiden-born, to Thee we sing-