222 O blessed Babe divine,

1 O blessed Babe divine, What offerings shall we give Thee? The gold of faith be Thine; For we will still believe Thee. O fill our eager hearts With Thy refreshing grace, And make them fit to be Thy chosen dwelling-place. 2 Let frankincense aspire, Pure sighs of sweetest savor, Which pine with fond desire To find Thy gracious favor. O make them purer yet, And send Thy Spirit down, The altar of our hearts With holy fire to crown. 3 And myrrh, too, we prepare, Our bitter tribulation, Such grief as Thou didst bear For us and our salvation. Be strength and courage ours In toil and tears and pain, With Thee to wear the yoke, The cross with Thee sustain. 4 Lo, all of us is Thine, Each hope and thought and feeling: Come, blessed Babe divine, Thyself in us revealing. To Thee, and God in Thee, Our dearest wishes tend: O make us Thine and His Through ages without end.