Verse 1
What follies abound,
Where reason is drown’d
By an heathenish nurse in a torrent of sound!
When by Satan beguil’d,
With sonnets defil’d,
She angers her Maker, to quiet her child!

Verse 2
Who the Saviour and Son
Of Mary have known
They delight to converse with their Jesus alone,
They at all times proclaim
His wonderful name,
And in tending their infants they sing of the Lamb.

Verse 3
The Lamb from the throne
Of his Father came down,
He was flesh of our flesh, he was bone of our bone:
The omnipotent Lord
By all heaven ador’d
The invisible Godhead appear’d in the Word.

Verse 4
With the children of men
Jehovah was seen,
Thro’ the veil of our dignified nature between;
The Antient of days
Discover’d his face,
And admitted his angels with rapture to gaze.

Verse 5
Who gave all things to be
What a wonder to see
Him born of his creature, and nurst on her knee!
The infant divine
(Let all creatures combine
To acknowledge the grace) was as helpless as mine!