Puer nobis

Given not lent And not withdrawn once sent This Infant of mankind, this One Is still the little welcome Son New ev'ry year New-born and newly dear He comes with tidings and a song The ages long, the ages long E'en as the cold Keen winter grows not old As childhood is so fresh, foreseen And spring in the familiar green Sudden as sweet Come the expected feet All joy is young, and new all art And He too, whom we have by heart"