Let folly praise what fancy loves;
I praise and love that child
Whose heart no thought,
Whose tongue no word,
Whose hand no deed defiled.
I praise Him most,
I love Him best,
All praise and love is His,
While Him I love, in Him I live,
I cannot go amiss.

Though young yet wise,
Though small yet strong,
Though Man yet God He is;
As wise He knows,
As strong He can
As God he loves to bless.
His knowledge rules,
His strength defends,
His love doth cherish all;
His birth our joy,
His life our light,
His death our end of thrall.

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