Maker of all things great, art small,
Naked Thyself, though clothing all.
Thou Who both Heaven and earth dost sway,
In strangers’ inn art fain to stay,
And though Thy power makes angels blest,
Dost seek Thy food from human breast.
Encouraged thus, our love grows bold
On Thee to lay our steadfast hold;
The Cross which Thou didst undergo
Has vanquished Death, and healed our woe.