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OLY Jesus, in whose name
Holy Jesus, at whose name,
Son of Man, to whom is given,
With the majesty of heaven,
Son of God, to whom of right, Partner of Thy Father's might, "Sole, adorable, and true," Empire o'er the world is due; Hear us, when on Thee we call For Thy blessing, Lord of all.
Saviour of the world, to Thee Ever bows the Church her knee;
Thee, her only Advocate;
Thee, exalted to Thy state,
With the Holy Ghost most high
In the Father's majesty.
THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS.
AND Thou art growing up, O Child divine!
God, born of God, Himself He fain would hide
Hands, that sustain the pillars of heaven's roof,
Himself becomes a low-housed artizan.
Lo, He who hath the world beneath His feet,
Jesu, the maiden-born, to Thee we sing— Father, Son, Spirit; Maker, Lord, and King;Glory to Thee, when earth and heav'n have gone, And everlasting time his course hath run.