Verse 1
Hail holy, heaven-descended Child,
Who God and man hast reconcil’d,
Whom angels bow before!
Whate’er I have of good to give,
To Thee, from whom I first receive,
I thankfully restore.
Verse 2
To Thee my heart I open wide,
The myrrh of passions mortified,
The gold of charity,
The incense sweet of humble prayer,
Jesus, thy prostrate worshipper
I now present to Thee.