O Child of lowly manger birth On whose low cry the ages wait, Lead us Thy way, and every day Guide us to see what made Thee great. O Jesus, youth of Nazareth, Preparing for the bitter strife, Wilt Thou impart to every heart Thy perfect purity of life? O Christ whose words make dear the fields And hillsides green of Galilee, Grant us to find, with reverent mind, The truth Thou saidst should make us free. O suffering Lord on Calvary, Whom love led on to mortal pain, We know Thy cross is not a loss If we Thy love shall truly gain. O Master of abundant life From natal morn to victory's hour, We look to Thee, heed Thou our plea, Teach us to share Thy ageless power.