Where is this stupendous stranger,
⁠Nymphs of Solyma, advise;
Lead me to my master's manger,
⁠Shew me where my Savior lies.

Oh! most mighty, oh! most holy,
⁠Far above the Seraph's thought,
Art thou then so meek and lowly,
⁠As unheeded prophets taught?

Oh! the magnitude of meekness,
⁠Worth from worth immortal sprung:
Oh! the strength of infant weakness,
⁠If eternal is so young.