Thou'rt naked there, in weakness laid.

Hallelujah!

A stranger art Thou here below,

To whom the Heav'ns allegiance owe;

A mother's milk dost not despise,

Who art the Joy of angels' eyes.

Hallelujah!

The bounds of ocean fix'd hast Thou,

Who art a swaddled infant now;

Thou'rt God—a bed of straw Thou hast.