The Child of Glory, the Child of Mary

The Child of glory, 
The Child of Mary, 
Born in the stable; 
The King of all, 
Who came to the wilderness 
And in our stead suffered; 
Happy they are counted 
Who to Him are near.

When He Himself saw 
That we were in travail, 
Heaven opened graciously 
Over our head; 
We beheld Christ, 
The Spirit of truth, 
The same drew us in 
`neath the shield of His crown. 
Strengthen our hope,