Classic Poem

Thou, the Father's Splendour,
Uncreated Morn,
Small and soft and tender,
Deignest to be born,
Though the garb of meekness
Wrap thy glory now,
All who scorn Thy weakness
Yet to Thee shall bow.

Sweeter than Thy mother,
Folded to her breast,
Thou, and not another
Sweetest art and best.
Fairer than creation,
Brighter than the sun,
Praise and adulation,
Mary's little one.

God of endless praises
Let the earth adore;
Heaven for ever raises
Hymns unheard before;
While in heaven before Thee
Mighty seraphs fall,
Jesus, I adore Thee,
Thee, my God, my all.