An infant, though a God, a Judge, a King:
“One unto one”! Ah! yes, my infant Saviour,
To thee at last I dare my love to bring.
Again, in prayer and sorrow I behold thee
Prostrate beneath the olive-trees’ dark shade,
The blood of agony for us outpouring,
The burden of our sins upon thee laid.
“One unto one”! Yes, here too may thy creature,
With all her sins before her, bring her heart
Near unto thine; for she is only asking