What shall I render to Thee for the gift of gifts,

thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,

my Redeemer, Proxy, Surety, Substitute,

his self-emptying incomprehensible,

his infinity of love beyond the heart’s grasp.

Herein is wonder of wonders:

he came below to raise me above,

he was born like me that I might become like Him.

Herein is love;

when I cannot rise to Him He draws near on wings of grace,

to raise me to Himself.

Herein is power;

when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart

he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreated and the created.

Herein is wisdom;

when I was undone, with no will to return to Him,

and no intellect to devise recovery,

he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,

as man to die my death,

to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,

to work out a perfect righteousness for me.

O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds,

and enlarge my mind;

let me hear good tidings of great joy,

and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,

my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,

my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father,

place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,

to look with them upon my Redeemer’s face,

and in Him account myself delivered from sin;

let me with Simeon clasp the new-born Child to my heart,

embrace Him with undying faith,

exulting that He is mine and I am his.

In him thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more.