Immortal Jesus! Bright-Crowned Son! Come, stride
the cradle to the cross. On! Forward! Go
from weakness on to weakness, and thus show
your humble course, rejecting mortal pride.
Before the star had risen in the East,
when Earth was dark, when seasons did not strum
their music, you sealed your plan to come,
and live, incarnate: Greatest as the least.
So come, from highest cosmic glory’s throne!
The only lover of mankind! Come, Mild
One! Cloak the Loving Father in the Child,
and ransom all the little ones; your own.
Come back! Complete your reign! Begin
the end of death, that we may wake, your twin.

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